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I^ve heard you^re becoming a bride, my flower, Congrats bat my heart^s fireI thoughe you^re wish me, my Love, you^re mineI didn^t you^d leave me Easily one day I didn^t belive you^d really Want to leave me aloneBecause for a lifetime you said to me I love youYou said loved me you ^d wait for me You used to say wherever you were you saw yourself beside me You want after my enemy, a ieatous jerk and scum One who wasn^t like one of my shoes He didn^t you^d even look at him one day! Oh how I^m suffering! burn my poor heart! After all those, your love is still sacred for me! If you happy and smiling is enough for me I^d bay your wedding crown as a gift! Don^t worry I don^t tell any