There is a short time. From a great story, in a heart that was once bound, with a very strong longing. Together through the day With a promise of life and death Because the heart has chosen And don't want to share or end Because the heart is not wrong in choosing But fate has decided If we are not to be united Finally we have to let go A farewell, but never break the ties. Maybe with friendship, happier. Forgive any mistakes, for words or actions. The one who was presumptuous to scratch inner wound. Good luck to us thank you for the story and love Everything has become a memory What is never forgotten And can never be returned
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