He's a devil of my heart,
He's my horrible experience,
I don't know how was start,
But his eyes like million brilliants.
Every day I try forget,
And make view like I don't care,
But becoming extra wet,
Even if it was so rare...
I can't live without him,
But its just imagination,
We are really gorgeous team,
Pity no name for relations...
He impresses me a lot,
Looks like love,but too much stress,
He's a devil of my heart,
That's the point and no less...
Devil of my heart
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