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I never felt fire like this before |
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I tired everything I could to make you see |
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Where are you now? |
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For love: men would kill. |
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; when its a small fire, the wind kills it but when its a real fire, the wind intensifies it. |
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You not only brighten my days, but also my nights |
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Don't make decisions when you're angry. |
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Don't stress over could've been, |
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You ask me if I love you |
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Every day's another story to write |