forget me, forget me, you no longer want to mourn, no. Forgive me, forget me, because I do not mourn. I had a love
flawless, it was perfect, it was true love. Always agree, nothing to fix, do not want to lose him, I wanted to keep it forever. Quieria be my endless love, and meanwhile I forgot to love. Arta you'll wait. Mourn
hurts more when it was me, who never understood. Mourn
hurts more, because I know I'm the reason for what happened to us, not to see that you were more real than love, and love you felt that never existed.
I had an imperfect love, their love for real defects, and me and my fear we let it go. Now that I understand, you go. Mourn
hurts more when I know it was me, who never understood
Mourn hurts more, because I know I'm the reason for what happened to us
And now I know that I loved, I realize, you no longer have it. Well, you go. Mourn
hurts more when I know it was me, who never understood
Mourn hurts more, because I know I'm the reason for what happened to us.
And the pain, I will have to endure, how much longer. Because
you go, now you leave me .... my love
Olidame, forget me ...
~ Kalimba (8)
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