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It is summer around the cornertelling the truths that winters lied aboutHaving sun just seemed a brief fantasyNow, otherwise, it will just roast us and shout. I never believed that miracles happenBut it so happens when god is aroundAnd you know He’s just immersedinto this doom-shaped body and everything it surrounds. A no-man land I …
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A deadly speaker climbed onto the dying stage, Many sages formed a bond of love, One and the other adoring the majestic, Until he flew, a blade ripped. “My god! Oh! God.” was echoed over there, But with silence in one’s ear, Who could dare to take that call? It was the biggest solemn doubt of …
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Of oceans and miles, you goI love to be around youMy fragrance is hiddenBut I do never Bind you. The steps you takeon your ownI’ll never interfereBut the ones you selectby asking meI would ratheron your esteemed wayschedule a proper repair. I’m no kind of personWho’ll interrupt your lousy moodI won’t come to cheer you …
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It often suggestsBy bathing treesThat God is delightedand asking to please. She often leftHer handkerchiefAt the table, as we metOn sturdy beliefs. God summoned herAnd she went to prayShe never stoppedWhen it was her day. She met alongWhen she was youngShe always spokeLike she only knew. She was glad to findHer friends are in troubleWhen …
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If I were selfish,Would you be mine?If I cross the limits,Would you not mind?If I may enter the red zoneWould I be thine?If I say unpleasant,Would you take my present?If I may seek another,Would you still be the other?If I may find treasureto Leave you to claim all,Would you still make a call?If I may …
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Make yourself surrenderOr I will make no place for you to rendermake your words a stoneOr you will weigh no stone. Make your temper a briefOr you will land in griefAsk my blood to dropElse there is never hope. Let me shine in the graveLet me be your braveLet me find a way to the …
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It’s been a whileI’ve been in exileOh, my! Oh, my! My beloved says:“It’s been so daysOh, please return! Let you govern!” So, my word is:“Go get the cops! Go get the cops!And ban my shops! And ban my shops!” I’ve done no wrongTo sing a songWhy Exile? Why Exile? A student wasIn love for a …
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The green-aged treeshave never said a wordDeep down the roada tiger roars.It’s because it has ended. It started years agoOver the red bricksthere used to be a family of fourIt was all collecteduntil they tore apartA girl of their rootsalways believedthat she cared for the boynot the one she loved from the incidentbut the one …
