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The wind no longer blows your name.
This man no longer wants to play your game. My eyes don't close and see your face, I just want you out of this place. The feelings of love aren't for you. Your tricks and lies don't make me blue. You've been un-caring and un-reasonable, don't worry about me cause I won't feel terrible. When you're gone, the sooner the better. I already put fire to your love letters. Leave our home and leave me alone, this dog, no longer needs your bone.
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