Poem 51

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You're gonna see it someday,

Through dark and light,

Of a thousand sighs,

As one non fly,

in the dark of the sky,

Will never die,

Only smiles ,

In the ecstasy of life!

In the scarface,

Please believe me when I say,

That one you've conquered yourself,

I've been dreaming of...

A broken heart by myself,

Are essentially the same,

Your little hands were never made,

without the owner's crime,

To tear each other's eyes.

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