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I have felt the thorn
Of your resentments
Thus paying the debt
Of my loves

I have felt the thorn
Of seeing you distant
You, who swore to me
To always be good

To you, treasure of my soul
Perverted woman
Whom I adore
To you, ungrateful woman
For whom I have suffered so much
And cried so much

To you, I dedicate
All my existence
The flower of evil
And innocence

It's for you, woman
All my life
I love you, even if they call you
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To you, treasure of my soul
Perverted woman
Whom I adore
To you, ungrateful woman
For whom I have suffered so much
And cried so much

To you, I dedicate
All my existence
The flower of evil
And innocence

It's for you, woman
All my life
I love you, even if they call you
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