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You where the breath of my joy and heaven, now you are my curse, blotch, and you delete the rainbow of my smile Why so, woman of mud? You where the fountain and rose of my heart, now you’re the thrones that grow on the hills of my rose and make my rose look like a mountain of pain. Why so, woman of mud? You where the highly skilled love miracle maker that turned my tears to wine and give my cry special effects, because when I am crying and I think of you, I suddenly start laughing. But now, you turn my smile to clay and my tears to a red river of agony, and you roll my cry with your temper of hate down the mountain of darkness. Why so, woman of mud? You where the pure guide that guided all our belongings with your cloud of kindness, and you never did without showering your waters of affection on me. But now, you scatter all that belongs to us in the deepest pit of unkindness, and you bleed away what we felt for each other through your rain of anguish. You always said to me, that theirs no such thing as heartbreak, because you will never ever leave the path of our purple love, and you shall always be there for me like the stars that set on the eyes of skies. But now, you boldly crush and pond my heart in your mortar of anguish and walk away leaving my skies blind. Why so, woman of mud? *Sobbing* You where the light that lighted up the candle of my soul when I was damp and hollow and this made me glow intensively. You also always told me the darkest secrets I could not even tell you. But now you blow so hard to wind away the light of my soul, flushing me dip down into the land of isolated slaves, where I hear your gossips about me. Why so, woman of mud? You were my brightest sunset and you never did without hugging and holding my hands, for you always saw me as your palace of refuge in times of traffic danger. But now, you’ll rather become hell, just to see me cry and burn, and you’ll rather also just walk gently into death, so as not to call me your hero. Why so, woman of mud? You where my law of pleasant admiration and I could never carry on without you by my life, because you where my dramatic wonder of love. But now, you are my flaws of unpleasant admiration and I have no choice nor muddle but to move on in my soberest mood, without you woman of mud, because you are now my thunder of hate, Woman of mud!
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