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From the hand of a love, my eyes became abran,
Even if I die with my troubles, there is no one who asks about me.
Nobody understood, the minimum got tired,
A day has passed from life, and today is evening.

It was a well as if it had swallowed the dragon,
As your roses bloom only for me,

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