No fog covering all this pain cause
ever, it hurts the world
and
fresh rose in your being passed.
guitar soul hurts,
see you as spirit and past
try but I can not relive my smile. The seven demons
you left me,
horse gallop to bring tears
again seek your sun.
Rain on my love but I do not give up, but I turn red
continuous
loving.
SANTOAMOR
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