You have given me an anguish to live with
And I just keep quiet but never quit think of your new excitements
Keep reflecting in years back
You have been so good in your games on me
Have you got your award yet?
Or it was just your pride for killing my hopes and bright times?
Now I am dying and you must be smiling
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