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The titanic goes down,

I hate the last line,

When the stars stop to shine,

When my mind just start the crime.

We pretend like romeo and juliet,

Now it's time to take a rest,

Because we're not them,

More like Jack and rose,

The pill that you give, make me overdose,

I really fall for him,

I think he knows,

Then, where's him?

He didn't left any notes.

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