A story of fate,
that remains untold;
A heart of hate,
she no longer holds;
No worry on face,
there's no more fear;
yet her blank face,
is full of tears.
that remains untold;
A heart of hate,
she no longer holds;
No worry on face,
there's no more fear;
yet her blank face,
is full of tears.
trust in your love, wit doubt it wont grow...
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