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True was a word, every happiness has a curse
True was a curse, pulled me through worse
Forging every moment special, always thought was a love
Revive my happy moment was always for your care,
Banish that all was a tale.
My happiness without you was a forever plague
Remors for all the moment I lived without you
All the happiness I shared without you,
The enjoyment I felt without you
Is all what love persist
Is all what love meant
Is all what it remains in me for now.

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