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it's over, you feel nothing more for me.
what as a fairy tale has started, which is now a nightmare.
nothing is correct there more in me, it is beyond.
no joy, no gladness, only grieve.
gone is you laugh, gone is your endearments.
it's oddly, but I had hoped that you were truth.
at you I felt myself fantastically.
I could present myself nothing else, only you.
and nevertheless it could not be this way, I realise that now .
you doubted already of the beginning which we were together, you kept me to the line.
now I sit here, my heart has entirely break. crying!
the dream has splashed as a soap bel from each other.
your love for me is no longer,
but my love is bigger than ever.
gone, all pictures of our two
only still an empty spot where ever a heart drunk, and where love has been correct.
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