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My white sheets were stained
With your dark brown hair and fragrance that is faint
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And from our love and battle last night.
But at 2:51 AM, with all my might
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I tried to win you over
With my heart and for you to be my lover
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I tried to make you stay
But all you've left is a letter,
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That you'll be back at September
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But it's May, and your taste I can't remember
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PoetryWhere he talks about her, it and himself. Her that is majestic, Who had him peaked And it, that caused him to leap Because it, was given to him By her, like a horrible hymn. This is where, he talks about pain. -------- ~This is a compilation of po...
