I wish to tell the people who bully me, that them, I hate
My ming is feeling glum
With anger, my pulse begins to change its rate
My throat, with sadness, had begun to thrum
You are so graceful, you must be a dove
And I don't know who I could possibly love more
But when I look at you, all I feel Is love
I don't know how to tell you so my mind and heart are in a war
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