There are a lot of grains of sands In your desert, There are a lot of drops of rain In your lands, There are a lot of spikes of grain In your fields, There are a lot of different kinds Of grapes on top of your house, There are a lot of pretty people Around you anywhere, There are a lot of chains of mountains Surround you everywhere, but There is only one pretty love that is Ready to hit your pretty heart with its arrow.
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