The sun is setting on another black year, and tomorrow is coming, tomorrow I fear, now start my trial of my unknown crimes, for everyone is leaving, thinkin of her so may times, I've called out your name, hoping you'd see, everything that you shall always mean to me, if this is the ned, then this is my final goodbye, whenever I think of you, my heart will surely die, for when you are gone, what am I going to do? I'll miss you so badly, because I will always love you, at night, I cry myself to sleep, longing for dreams, but fantasy is never what in reality it seems, oh dear angel of mercy, you're my soft, gentle dove, the one who I'll wait for, and always shall love...Birth sign: Aries
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