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Game of LoveWhen I was young You fed me
Before I claimed Your name
The words You softly told me
Still in my heart today
To think that I'm your favorite
To think that I'm Your son
Lisarain pours down on the small cottage in the forrest
wind rattles the windows
three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots
in the morning lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday's meal
does anybody wonder how does lisa feel
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Why is Lisa so alone, i don't know