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It’s every night, there’s a different man I can’t live without that I find in my sleep. 
But the last one, I can’t forget the way I felt. 
It is a little painful to fall in love every night and to awake with a heart broken over the surreality in which I’ve finally achieved a softened state and the reality in which I haven’t achieved such luxury.

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