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I give thee a tear,
i give a heart to stab with a spear,
play this game, this rough game,
play till the end, riches of
happiness await you, with pain soon to mend, the clock ticks away, grasping faith, till the moment we marry, our lips shall purge our sins, and shall bring forth to a new day, from the loins
we carry, we shall create...a life
tis wich will be loved, wich shall be endured through pain, a child for me and you.





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