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My heart is fall on mary,
For it my soul is happy;

Now i am lover his/her,
My brain always read mary-mary;
My heart is flutter.

My eye always see dream,
About his how much sweet.

While, she don't want to me;
She don't know, who am I?

Why she don't know?
Why, she don't know?

I am lover his;
I am, lover his.
It is the abstract of broken heart by me.
But it becomes really in our life.

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