Hi turned me back on him. Heart’s on fire. The fire’s light is dim. Hi is just a lire. It seemed he possesed an aura. The truth is dire. This bring me bitter sorow. Ambrace’s like wire. He looked unutterably pale. Being with you’s mire. You should take a sail. Diminish your ire. We can go another way. I’m tired. Don’t be fool. What do you say? Whose’s my sire?.. I turned you back on me Feeling fire. You know, i’m always free. Me too. I’m a lire. Run or it’ll be late. Your future’s dire. Don’t tell about faith. Aren’t you tired?... | 
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