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You were looking down to my eyes.
With no fear.
I remember your voice. It was so nice.
Only a tear.
First tear at the dark night.
That night I died.
And you cried.
First tear for wasted life.
I was above you. I have been dead.
You were looking down. You were sad.
Now, when the time passed.
You have new life. You´re happy.
You have new friend call her Betty.
Nice little puppy you met in the park.
And for first time heart her softly bark.
I saw you when you said: No!
Not again. I´ll take you home ...
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