How could I have freedom?
How could I have love?
No way. Closed. Why? Because love.
Open? No, it’s not. Love is frost.
I can not get love, money is gone.
Love is money? Money is not love,
But the money is love. I have no love.
I can not get love. Money is lost.
How could I have love?
No money. The woman was already gone.
No woman. No money. Life is coming.
Gone.
Says welcome the freedom.
It’s love.
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