The winner was to take my place...
She had no shape, nor pretty face...
She was the girl you fell in love...
What else? For you it was enough.
She knew I loved you, oh my God,
She didn’t know how much it hurt,
In sleepless nights I spent in cry,
It seemed like life had passed me by...
The winner
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