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Mary, that I have fought
Fairly, and fiercely for
This love, but the battle
Is taking my whole,
I have waited long years
As my long hairs now
Turning to ashes, like my
Childhood dreams
Where I envisaged a
Paradise place where we
Will roam a home while i
See your beauties like
The butterfly that flutter
By, as beautiful like
Madonna the mother of
Our saviour, now I faced A course, and a chaos
Moment of fight, or flee
yet I pray you save my
Heart from this, that I
May triumph with the last trumpet, and our songs
Will be sang of forever
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