O, the ones that from greater goods. Did I lost my sanity finally for good? For sweet sin of my eternal life, for my words, that belong my sweet maiden of eternal. Entralled me that into your bounds, as if lock me up as long that you say I am still kept sanity for you. Yes, indeed I know its an sin, to being dying of jealousity, to seeing how pathetic I am, oh my sweet maiden...Each passing nights, knowing that you could be someone else's mind... A shot for my whiskey, that may for your honor that we cheer...and hoping for the futures, including only you and you...
Return to me, I've got sick of waiting...
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