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Lost Love
Be gone the anger in my heart,
The torment in my soul,
Desist the vile and salacious thoughts,
Let me once more be whole.
Be it that when I think of you,
There is neither angst nor pain,
Be gone the anger in my heart,
Let me start my living again.
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