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It is with rage 
That I'm turning the page 
I believed from the start
But sometime back 
You broke my heart 
It was just another sequence
And it is becoming too frequent 
How I loved you much
So am I getting these chains crushed 
I loved you insane 
And you thought me the arts of pain 
Is now 

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