Honestly I found
that would be you, more was not.
Do what? When I see you on the street
pass, I admit makes me want to cry.
Look at the Moon and I remember, how I prayed for
one day you win. There is no shortage of memories
that day I met you, today I think:
Why should I love you so?
The roses in my garden fed the drops that I cried,
Today I am strong, I know! Yes, I know
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