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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-10-01 | | O, come my love… It’s late at night And I’m alone since forever. O, come my love… Forget all things from all the worlds, let’s play like childs with each other. O, come my love… It’s a fire this desire and I’m burning like a pyre. Just come my love… There is a light that comes from depth through which we come and everything… Why don’t you come?
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