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Your Love

The world tries to touch me
They feel its all they to whom belongs me.

All broken from inside
I roam stepping on my ash beside

I laugh for the this world
Its my inside that I cry for your world

I want my tears out all for you
Its your arms I want to sleep in dreaming about you

Meet me once I again
I say this to you again

You were worthless for me
You were the moments I live for me

You left me in a way
All the happiness left me that way

It was always you to I belong
It's your love that made me be yours for long

Now all broken from inside
Its your love for which I hate my selfside



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