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Fly on

To have wings and to fly
On the heart that i lived for
To just watch helplessly
Its way to paradise
Please look down
And smile on me
Give me a reason to live
Why did god
Not take my other half as well
Tears i cry
My life a paralyse
Memories with you
Is the reason im but dying
Oh why did god
Not let me put
This ring on your finger
Matters not
U r mine
Forever

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