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Trouble days.

I put my friend into trouble,
For every tear he cries I bleed
And every word hurts like double
When he shows me how he's wounded.

I kissed my friend that sunny day
The wind was blowing in the trees,
Leaves gently falling on the way
His lips were sweet, but seemed unreal

I didn't feel it, I just didn't feel.

He doesn't know how much I care
His broken heart I wanna heal
But I just worsen his despair
I'm loosing my friend, sad ending...

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