Senin Hastan

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Your Mad About

If you were left undone,
You can't see the future
The thing called love drives one not to gossip
But to destruction

If it burned you aflame
You can't die down again
Is that an innkeeper, a flank guard or an old twinge,
I couldn't put a price on it

I got hurt a lot, it's done gone

Your mad about has come out of a mourning
She's run out of fire by virtue of ambition, died down
Days gone by she lost her sight by virtue of love
Died by virtue of love and buried you in her heart

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