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Tears, pleas and forgiveness. And fleeting gusts of anger that lead the heart into emptiness. And in time it simply asks for warmth, with which at first it wanted to tremble and beat unevenly. Oh, how it wants to forget itself with him! And believe in the song of two hearts. It’s hard to achieve everything, let alone say goodbye to him. No desire to leave, only to be, to live.

And here again I resent the fact that your heart is not with me and beats far away. There’s no place for indifference, believe me. Oh, and why do you need such a restless me? But you just tell me a fairy tale where there is only you and me and no one like us. Or better yet, hold me tight! My dear and beloved, you are my heart. My beloved, you are my heavenly happiness.