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What should be over burrowed under my skin . In heart-stopping waves of hurt, I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze.. Tell me what are my words worth Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry, I’m setting off, but not without my muse..

احتیاجی نیست برای کسی که نمیفهمه توضیح بدی چه کارایی براش کردی و چقدر براش تلاش کردی، نباش، با گذر زمان میفهمه.

May love remain for you,

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