There are 4 that I admire with all my heart,
there is my one I’ve loved from the start,
the one that will take my dying soul,
the one that has evil as its goal.
The last is our mother earth,
we’ve been together since my birth.
There is no room for any other,
and for love there will never be another.
I wait for the devil to give death my hand,
I’ll wait for my one when my spirit leaves this land.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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