My Lyre
I hate the day you lie
I hate the way you die
For all the days together
Your love was like bad weather
I hate the day you came
I hate you say "your blame"
When you were on my side
I started live like blind
For all the days together
Your love was like bad weather
But no one in this mire
I did not love like you,
My Lyre
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