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Making myself lost, hope this feelings last Never felt lonely - this life, pragmatically out of sight Can everybody proffer me? apple red wine pouring down to my knees The dark crowd secretly ascribe, for they knew I do subside Asking; are you also lost? apple red wine died fast Oh! dear sweet woman lunge me with thy knife, a dull moment worth to fight: Can anyone give the man sober glory? red red wine - this apple felt sorry Dear me! Please recompense him a elated side. A worthy existence to ride
