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Poetry

And if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?

It was you

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by imy_tay

by imy_tay

I was too far gone, the only thing that I could pay attention to was the music which sat like an ironic poem in my ear

All of the while, I never knew
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while, I never knew

All of the while, it was you...