it’s hurt when I know that you belong to someone
That you would plant an apple trees in the backyard for her
In a white house
With children in the green yard
Then she would prepare piece of bread for you and the children in sweet little table
While you sit in the terrace with your paper
You would saw her face with your full-sense smile
and it is would very hurt me. . . .
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