Lonely is the night
Nothing there's to find
Lovers became so old
all love stories are told
Heroes disappeared no lover is yet bold
All love stories are told
Tired are love songs
In solitude is the love
All those sweet emotions have got suicide
Waiting is a grain
Broken hearts in pain
Angeles are crying in vain
Love
The love migrated our world
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