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The love is still there
Till I find you, I'll keep waiting, chant the name of the ancient spell. Even if it harms me, I'll keep loving you. As I run from your pursuers, I will find you. Though the wickedness Has cought up with me. And my actions have hurt, Your still there, In my heart Because I have sold my soul.
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