There is a path of greif and sarrow, between you and me;
Demands a lot and wasn't easy,
I Was with thousand lovers, there.
And ur essence which i fear,
I hold mine eyes on that path,
Lover of peace seeking ur slaught.
Requires the whole to describe u,
And finally with a look, she began to move
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