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Goodbye
I dragged the body of my love story
In the graveyard of memories
Where black moths fly around.
The dead body was stoic and stiff.
Neither the lips moved nor the eyes blinked.
I started...
In the graveyard of memories
Where black moths fly around.
The dead body was stoic and stiff.
Neither the lips moved nor the eyes blinked.
I started...
