The world where I live constantly changes
with electric power being off for six days,
destiny does by its whims my life rearranges,
in for me far too many intricate ways
and in this you come to the conclusion
while you are in my blood soul and mind,
that I have left you that this is exclusion
that somehow I did now somebody else find,
my life is tattered without electricity,
a evil regime do constantly plan and scheme,
where at heart to you this effect you and me,
while I love you and this life is not as it seem as
and for hours days and months I will you miss;
I need some one to love in a life as this.
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