A Virtue
To forgive is to forget
Even if the perpetrator has no regret
Patience is a virtue for one with might
A merciless executioner with bloody footprints in sight
Another love, Another string
A dirty little heart is all I have to win
No sympathies, No regrets
I forgive every word you said
My woes are my lover
A connection with the lost sunflower is all I hold
As wait for you with all my desire
A bloody executioner is all I admire
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