I am afraid of you
Not because you are
Ugly or old, up
But my fear is to lose my
Dear one, when you will grab me
Within your strong and ugly hard palm of old age.
I am afraid of you,
Not that I will be no more here
But my dear Will cry for me.
Not because you are
Ugly or old, up
But my fear is to lose my
Dear one, when you will grab me
Within your strong and ugly hard palm of old age.
I am afraid of you,
Not that I will be no more here
But my dear Will cry for me.
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