But happiness is fled... was curled up in a little ball,
Somewhere in their hearts, that the distance quietly broken.
And so we ask, to the best time area,
Not all the tears shed painful rains.
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Curled up small in the fate of the tart kissing,
Her hands parting so hard to imagine extinguished,
They longing bitter regret higher grades,
The blue sky, clear, cloudless froze...
...............
Because happiness is fled... was curled up in a little ball,
Somewhere in the hearts for silence and peace.
To bloom with time, finally favorite area...
Where are the tears finally emerge a temporary river.
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