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By Chance
O dear love
You are honoured every moment
You remain in my arms and my luck
You are fond mode of a life
In Your beauty and graceful spirit
Slowly in your breath
This is a sacrifice
You are fond mode of a life
God himself...
You are honoured every moment
You remain in my arms and my luck
You are fond mode of a life
In Your beauty and graceful spirit
Slowly in your breath
This is a sacrifice
You are fond mode of a life
God himself...
