Dedicated to GeorgetteAuthor
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Through the window of my room, birds I can see
Flying above the clouds, enjoying life being free
Diving way down in the mediterranean sea
Life seems so brown, where it can't be used, simile
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Through the dark of a gloomily shadowed day
I see the pain you feel due to a miserable play
I see the rain, hiding the shiny sun's ray
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I see your friend who breaks promises, who slay'
I see the sand, merged with blood and grey
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I see the knights, throwing their swords away
Surrendering to some mocking words someone say
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I can see the mess they have made inside
I can see the white dress you can't really hide
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You can never guess how all of his I already found
Won't tell you how unless you cure my baneful wound...
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Hey guys, in this piece I'm a dressing the readers "you", hope you like it and thanks for your supports (:
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