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The last words
Written somewhere in the ground
Can you see, my vision is blurred
But it is alright
I am already not in the mood for a good cry

I hate that you always lie to me
Hate to be the one who makes you emphatic
Because I cried, you laughed
But in the end, we were both happy
You lied, I told the truth
Can you tell that you love me
So that I could hate you more
Because in the end, we were both full of love.

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