Throw me, please,
in this consuming fire, the flames leaping
tell you how much I love you ...
Each piece of my heart is a sigh
every drop of my blood is a cry
and if my fingers are cold, my lips still
my eyes reveals everything you ... The years fade
me, I digress
white pages one after another
What can I give you?
If you offer me further assistance?
What can I give you?
Otherwise, the beating of my heart?
But how I love you
the flames gushing
When you say that fire consumes me
look, look at me, please ...
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