
My Heart is Pure
You Makes Me Cure
But Some Times it Hurt
When You Are Not Around
But You Always Make it Fix
When I Hear Your Sound
Its From Your Breath
That Always Make Me Feels
Feels What I Can`t See
Perhaps The Animals Under The Sea
Or The Birds When its Free
Or Your Eyes When You Look at Me
I Think it Must be Me
Because Your Hateness is Gonna To Kill Me
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Now I know The Truth
Now I Will Say Goodbye..Goodbye

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