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If My Life, Where to Fly?
If my life were to fly?
Then can find a lover, the soul just flies, two is one, be us
No partner, no mate, no open gate from my life, just a life
The rusty key is lost. Can’t open. No lock. You. Loved off
My life was to fly, to your crown, my age. Dry wreath dry
I loved my time, your magnetic life. Woman creates a killer
Need her death. Created my own life. Loved. Your death
Love you, loving you. The heart. A heart. He believed you
We can’t fly. Loved a heart. Us. Imagine. I am flying where to fly
Loved you. Dry memory of you. You can’t live. Where to fly?
If my life?
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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