as the love pass me by, I though of making everything to be as perfect as it should be,
no matter how i tried, it end up at the same place where I start it,
I gave up but I haven't let it go, I start it all over again,
who cares, no body can say that my try isn't count nor a good try...
we are paired up two, sometimes more...
thus, end it up right
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