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And she said I am sorry ! It was me, who ditched It was me who slipped, Me ! That memory was treasure, Of mine love was asset will evershine, I was honest to it, I was hero of it, You would be remembered as villain, So you try to eliminate that part from life, with deep cry, Stain will remain on your soul, as mark of betrayal and star of divine for mine ....

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