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I will always die.

Just for you to be my guide.

And I will always cry.

In the middle of the night.

I've always tried.

To be your loving wife.

But as I fight.

I will always die.

For you just to be at my side.

I will thank myself for being buried at your sight.

And at last I made you glance at me for the first time.

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