Sky

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The sky are blue,

The black so are sky,

I'm fall and now you fly,

So now I'm hardly try,

Our trust is like a tissue,

Our love become an issue,

The word that I keep,

But the promise thats your trick,

You're my darkest sky,

And last night I was die.

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