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I don't understand the destiny.
I don't believe on it,
but I'm afraid to accept
that I let you leave.
I don't understand my feelings,
yers have passed
since this sad time
I can't get out of my mind.
I don't feel nothing now,
well, not for you
but always a question sound.
What could have happened with us two?

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