To be or not to be, there's no need to compare
What the life ment to be without love without care
Nothing can be more real as the fact you're not there
Since you've gone my heart is crving out there
It's so clear and I know that in love there's no fair
If I return back one by one to those places we were there
To ask them how they are and touch their soul's and ask them if they care
The places have sentiment more then a man, they do care
More than the one I used to call him my love no more is there
Where is the fair!
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