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Love

Love Love is just a concept, but it may cover a feeling, oh harm! Oh, oh! How I hate that word, love. The word love is a disgusting word I didn't have love, because whoever ran over me became my life This woman took my life, I became a hell dweller, my life is purgatory, my breath is fiery But I'm alive, devil farms give me home, beautiful places, life here is pleasant. I'm a forest wanderer, just a wandering soul, I have no home, my love has put (me) to sleep Love doesn't exist, I only hoped for love, nothing more than an evil illusion I have no life, my life was killed by an English woman, death circles and dances around me I don't live my life anymore

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