Love is pain
Couldn't you see me calling, the screens we here at night long to lom for still the cry see her cry her purl's , container of tears I ask how you feel the steam of coming hans O dear pope whom shall you trust when love can die, when love can silently speak but a lie that you shouldn't do me wrong I trust my love is pain
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