Go kill me your thorns, your indifference is a sharp sword,
cutting words of hate, you have your to me.
I just hurt the soul with your attitude,
with the pride of your contempt.
No I want to see more, and I'm forgetting,
or thing I know your name.
I'd rather die, I prefer to take me death,
never to see you again.
Calvaste wound me, here in my heart,
love you said having me was gone in an instant.
He went faster than I thought,
the flame of love that we had died.
You do not know the true love, I give all my life,
my whole soul, my whole being, I kneel before you.
But to no avail, for birthdays me away,
as an object that no longer serves.
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