Don't let us go there.
Let us desperately avoid
Another haven of despair
Another heartbreak to exploit.
Don't let us feel it.
Let us just hope for nothing else
Not follow for a silent minute
A single word this story tells.
Don't let us catch this.
Let this insane disease pass by
And if we know what danger is
We even might avoid the try.
Don't let us go there.
We really need to find a spot
Where will have our perfect share
In what it's not, in what it's not.
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