Don't cry, my one. I know what you feel.
I'm worry about you, hey.
I know you so sick, I know you so ill.
I thinking of you every night and all day.
I don't want to listen what people say,
And you don't to listen it's voices.
I know something terrible of they:
They hate all us and choices.
Do not listen
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