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Masse Oct 2018
Many spy as they are
Spy on everything I do
Yet they say, they hate me
I don’t believe that

Why do they have
Have to mind my life
While their don’t love me
They do love me a lot

No matter how their
Pretend but their love
Me so much

When they don’t see me
Just for a single day
For them is like an
Year without seeing me

So tell me
What do you think
This (that) is
If is not love
They love me

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