-my heart is the tomb of old desires
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-smoky memories, fuming dreams,boiling thoughts
-all tales of heart in the fire of your love were turned to ashes
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-you were not missed for some time now
-but you are not even forgotten also
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-if you remembered me it was by mistake
-you may forget me to be missed forever
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-wounded heart cries and nobody smiles
-this is one benefit of solitude
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