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They made me sing a sad song,

Those that don't grow.

So, I found my road and I drove by my own.

 

Suddenly, my AI didn't work anymore 

and my wife said it was good.

So, I found my road and I drove by my own.

 

But, sometimes I still so confused:

How can I miss what once I refused?

But, I know there are two sorts of love:

The one that grow the other that blows.

 

So rose, don't leave my road.

So road, don't leave my rose.

And both, don't leave my love.






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