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I need to stop loving you
And you also forget me must
Don't hunt me
Because I've already forgot you

This is so long, it's my pride's sore
It knifes my heart slowly
But I swear forever
I yearn to blank over you

When you ready to leave me
It's like I have roots on your land
But I must let my roots out of your land
My roots will set off to seek for the new land

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