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Her skin is so white
White like the snow in a winter wonderland
She is so cold, cold as ice, and her eyes shines with a touch of hate

Snow, beautiful snow
How could I live without a touch of your skin???
Wear a glove, so you won’t die of her unconditionally cold hate
While you are still in deep hot love with her!!!

My love, my love
Please, I beg you!
Do not kill me!!!!!!
I want to live
With love, and hate, just like the Yin Yang!
On top of your ice cold and white skin
There was thunder
The warmth and the coldness mixed together is no good combination
The coldness melts from the heat of the warmth
Goodbye my hateful love
I will NOT miss you

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