We went out our separate ways
Other languages, other place
Who could known about the change
Which will happen... Thats all so strange
My whole old life is like a prison
That was hard and not simple season
But you came and the walls destroyed
You brought hope in my life, my Joy
Now my soul so depends on you
All my dreams, and the are not few
You are sense of my real life
You - my Love, that's I want describe
For F
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