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It's so hard to say that I hate you, because I don't.
It's so hard to say that it was right from the start, therefore I wont.
It's so hard to say that you are the emperor of my heart, beacuse you were.
It's so hard to look back and see it for what it was.
A dream coming true.
Too good to be true.
Like a kind of magic.

You still have my heart and you will always have it. 
You're my prince in red trousers. And you will always be.
The perfect man for me. Always and forever, it's a kind of magic.

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