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My love is dead… I think, it is forever!
I’m going to give my blood, my life for you…
And, maybe, I’ll never see you ever…
I’m to believe, you’ll all remember to… 

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My heart is wounded, my soul cremated…
But you don’t need my tender love…
I’m lost my hope, reflecting situation…
To my regret, you only money love!

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To be, or not to be… i’m going to think tomorrow…
I can’t esteem my dreadful, poor life…         
But I’m not going to make a tragic error!
I’ll never say:” She’s my beloved wife!” 

                                       15.01.2005.