Like The Love I Live That Makes Me Offen ...

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You are the precious rose of my wasted life,
You are the ornament of my heart that blows the wind in the past,
You are the sound of the world of my screaming tongue,
It was the love I lived that made me resent my life.

There is the sadness of the memories of the days that were wasted,
In a sentence, there is a trace of my grief in my heart,

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