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I´m looking outside through the window,
I want to escape from this room.
I´m feeling now like a widow.
I know you´re waiting, oh my groom.
I am so sory but I have to leave.
Maybe I´ll come round as you believe.
Only the diary stayed on the floor
Where I had written barely „Good-bye“
I know you´re sickened by expecting more,
But I couldn´t do that, because I´d die.
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