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Lucky are the ones, who live a life, in the hearts of their beloved lovers
Magnificent are the red colours of continuance, to those who aren't afraid to loose it's survival
But when the heart dies, all the redness disappears, But when there's no love left and no one to call yours There's called a love that starts and stays, till you die and it decomposes
Then there's a love that exists, will exist till this universe's Infinity, all boundless in this mess
