When I was 10 years old,my mother told me I got a beautiful soul.
When I had 12 years,my father smothered off my tears,
When I was 14 years old, I would wish to not breath.
At 15 I tought about killing me.
When I was 16 I fell in love,
I couldn't make her stay so we let go.
When I was 18 I started working for my dreams.
When I was 19 I was a money making machine.
At 20 my story got told,
And at 25 I married my old love.
When I had 28, I had the happiest wife and the most lovely child.
The 29th year was wild.
At 30 I made them all cry.

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Pe Aripile Cuvantului.
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