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I was born for the end I'm bursting out I dislike to watch working half done I look bleeding of crime the circle of soap I'm in charge of lead to him I come after like Dallas Fountain of stone and Falcon crest continous flow production I bring the end Soap opera no spare no lives audience of mine no spare no lives I was born to feel chastity of mind I raise the series at last fragrancy of success inhaling the light the passage way I reprise the serial it laying at me under I'm the community centre tearing out of my heart the teamwork calculator for the final instalment Wake up actors of mine. From Letras Mania