It seemed like heaven what we had.
I hoped and wished it was.
Now it's my painful memory.
Looking back at it wanting it again.
Is my hell.
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hell
It seemed like heaven what we had.
I hoped and wished it was.
Now it's my painful memory.
Looking back at it wanting it again.
Is my hell.
