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Feel good Your wounds are superficial Your pains
don't go as deep as you think
Don't cry Tears only wash away the happiness That is the essence of life.
Don't
hate Your true love may be imaginary, but Will hopefully make themselves known
Give me your pain, your tears,
your hate, Give them to me as I deserve them Much more than anyone thinks
Your pain becomes my pain, Your
tears, my tears Your love, my love
I will hold you in my arms Sharing it all. We will destroy old enemies And
build new bridges.
A deviation by: Hobod Fathom
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