In a world of hate
Is it fate for the two of us to be drawn together.
Like two peas in a pod,
Like Ned and Mod we are two birds of a feather.
And to dream of a girl like you
with beauty so pure
and truth it seems so unreal,
and with a heart as scorn and wartorn as mine
could I really feel?
But to hold, to yield I can not do
for I can no longer keep it concealed.
Lubovso I will make my move,
and prove my feelings for her are true Suvazheniem Angel Moy.
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