When she is waiting at the door,
We are afraid to let her enter.
But we are filling heat is grow,
Inside of us, right in the center.
When shes alone, and sadness come
And shes so naïve, but waits with passion.
We, at the end, can feel a LOVE,
Thats able ruin devastation.
Remember friend. Love never lies,
And never play a dirty game.
To love somebody is grate and nice,
but to betray her only shame.
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