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Oh! Mon amour, mon amour, always over the moon, always lost. Sometimes we feel like touching the heaven, sometimes we are in hell. We go up and down with our soul…without a middle point, up and down. Too high! Too deep! It doesn’t matters! It’s hard, but we love that! We can be so upset…but when we are alright…we can touch heaven! Oh! Mon amour, mon amour! My sweet fairy, don’t you left them, they’ll hurt you, and desert you, and take your soul if you let them. Don’t you let them swift off your smile and your light?
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