When she come lies its hard to come the manifestation wonder why she choose me dead drought cold Hearted,
dark allied boy, who no longer seeks daylight in drought
think and think in why she choose into me
self equal to any men but not the right state for equal contemplate.
Oh Angela I´m sorry to drought the day of shine to sorrow
theres nun to do when pain has been such a formalize
forget me forget me. I will vannish like the view of a passing allied .
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