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May 2014
When the sun goes down
and your face it frowns
and your lips say words
you insult and curse.
I try to wipe away the tears
I love you baby,
for all these years.
Why aren't we meant to be?
I want to be your queen,
but I know what I did was wrong
and I bet you knew it all along.
Oyashumi
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Oyashumi  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   Louise
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