I sit alone
On my Trembler seat
And my heart rebel sits inside me
Once the darling comes
My heart beats
by Emotional ritual
and whispering voice quivering
That is your lover, girl
Why don't I call him and yours sequel
confess your love
Be a sun warm
the Love in the time of rain
Is not likely to wait
That is your lover, girl
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Oh my poor heart
How can I confess
And the wind beat my hopes
I have to be stronger
I will confess
I will not hesitate anymore
Here's the time now
For confession my emotional secrets
last chapters of patience is Ended
Theatrical curtain was came down
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