When will it end
The heartbreak I see
My tears are like a fountain
But a clear soul is destiny
Anger in my bosom
To take the city
I refuse
A soulmates confusion
A family a must
So I rebel with no cause
But game is no choice
I ride him like a soldier
Then look into his big eyes
I know it’s only a minute
Ecstasy the main prize
So we continue on

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