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She weeps "I love you so" my heart speaks no sincere words She screams, a fragile soul her body's set on fire, my love We're nothing but a riddle are we safe? No But will you stop? The end? We made it Dear peace, it comes to an end, Her scent surrounds my dreams and hands So uncomplete, untitled. Are we safe? No. But will you stop? The end? We made it From Letras Mania