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Any suggestions are welcomed. . . :)PainsTo all the men of the world How it hurts when he blames!He doesn’t count all my pains.My love never tried all these chains,Nor felt the suffering of being restrained.What's your goal? What's your aim?To make me live all this pain!!To kill a heart full of your love;To make the sky full of rain.This heart is not a saintTo pray and fast for your paint.Believe me it's all vainTo make my heart weak and faint.
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