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True love had turned into flames,the little snow falls like rain. My brains are falling into a deep drain, A long breath i would take. My plans and intentions doesn't matter, like telling a little girl about Life. All what matters is money and Lies, she only believes In love when There's money. Peopl are crying, Yes trying to save those innocent souls. Our loved ones are falling in a deep hole, the zone of fears and pain. Njeke de unknown 226
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