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Raging passion, blood boils,

Waiting for you long ago girl I’m a native,

My love must still be asleep,

She yawns, reaches rising.

May I not warm you in the morning,

Nor will I tell you my sorrows,

Love you as a mother my sister,

Let’s communicate just like in the beginning.

How can you not love a beautiful woman like that?

Always friendly, you charmed me,

Stay with me, please, don’t give me someone else’s,

And admirable of all hair, face and outfit.

How about you remember me for a moment?

Suddenly your heart will be longing without love,

I’m sorry to disturb you. I just happened to be here.,

To you I will come at once, me, you just holler.

You don’t trust anyone, I understand.,

Too much pain, worry and resentment,

The attention of human forever drowning,

Every time your cell phone vibrates, rings.

Lope was anger, envy, misunderstanding,

Said we’re not a couple, you’re just another,

Too was insistent, there is no me justify,

Lit up my life, was wrong, wandering in the darkness.

Let you go, fly my sweet darling,

Heart no longer hurts, does not ache,

That’s what it is: love-jade, earth,

It burns constantly, like in winter, ice water.