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My saint, my good Samaritan who never leaves. How lucky I am - so grateful for my humanitarian man. How lucky I am, so grateful for his faultless memory - reiterated recall - everyone else left you Oh my humanitarian man. My good Samaritan, holy martyr. A heart for a soul - a love to barter. So sweet (so deserving) a sacrifice for my humanitarian man. A heart for a soul, so sweet a sacrifice. *For if our love shall perish accept my death twice* How lucky I am, my humanitarian man. My saint, my good Samaritan. he'd die for my heart - he'd never leave. So how could I part my humanitarian man? How lucky I am. How lucky I am.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
Martyr
My saint, my good Samaritan who never leaves. How lucky I am - so grateful for my humanitarian man. How lucky I am, so grateful for his faultless memory - reiterated recall - everyone else left you Oh my humanitarian man. My good Samaritan, holy martyr. A heart for a soul - a love to barter. So sweet (so deserving) a sacrifice for my humanitarian man. A heart for a soul, so sweet a sacrifice. *For if our love shall perish accept my death twice* How lucky I am, my humanitarian man. My saint, my good Samaritan. he'd die for my heart - he'd never leave. So how could I part my humanitarian man? How lucky I am. How lucky I am.
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
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