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Life has been lived in

Only an indecisiveness

Which is newly decorated

That beauty is feminine

Which is dear to someone

I have lost that life is a loser

Life is ours

A slave I'm yours

What will be a greater punishment

What a graceful posture is yours?

Everyone should see it this way

He is my season of the spring 

Enmity is yours

It's again my turn. 

Whoever sees him

Loved by everyone