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Take a look back
The past isn't something to mock.
Is love that complicated
For us to suddenly be separated?
My heart, cold as ice, will it not changed?
My love, the only one, will you loved?
But destiny isn't bond to us
It slowly fades.
Oh love! Let this be
Something more than maybe
Show me your perfect imperfections
So I, myself can tell you my love confessions.
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