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Hold my tears ! Hold my tears! They run on my cheeks… One is so hot, Full of love I feel fire on ! Goes and drops. Next is called understanding It is quiet and warm, Runs slowly and heavy… Dear! Go off! Enough! People are not like him! My friend
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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Hold my tears ! Hold my tears! They run on my cheeks… One is so hot, Full of love I feel fire on ! Goes and drops. Next is called understanding It is quiet and warm, Runs slowly and heavy… Dear! Go off! Enough! People are not like him! My friend
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Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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