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French betrayal 8

She didn't loved me
But I did loved her
Why is the flower so flowery
Let those water in the Atlantic dry
Let all the buried LOVERS cry
The world is a weird wire to me now which shall be vaporized in chemistry of crime and assortion
And the Place of Romance
Which is a heaven to all LOVERS
Was a nightmare
Was a hell so hellish
This was the French betrayal that I may forget