I steal
Yes I steal
o no;
not I'm the thief of happiness
it's the blue
the far sky
o no, that's not the color of pain
I can decorate-
with sweet breeze
mild more than the south;
with the fragrance of rose
fragrant more than the Arabian scent
Yes I steal,
still steal the pain, the grief
I the pain killer of your life
you're mine, would be mine........///
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I steal Yes I steal o no; not I'm the thief of happiness it's the blue the far sky o no, that's not the color of pain I can decorate- with sweet breeze mild more than the south; with the fragrance of rose fragrant more than the Arabian scent Yes I steal, still steal the pain, the grief I the pain killer of your life you're mine, would be mine........///