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The Color of life: Chapter 1: Some from heart

After all, in whose name should I do this page?

If the heart had asked, it would have written that name.

A voice from a broken heart,

Now you do something, this is your job.

That unknown beautiful city of the heart,

The one who was once bright in the light of love.

When did it burn to ashes in the moonlight,

It was not known that so many conspiracies took place.

Don't know why the heart is not made of love,

This unrelenting pain was his best friend.

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