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The song of the birds
Are musical words.
A foreign language
But it's felt from the heart.
It's a deep insight
From troubled Nights.
Can you feel the beat?
From the broken chords
We were dancing in the dark
To the sounds of broken glass
Tonight.
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FaKe FaIrYtAlE {PoEmS} ✓✓
Poetry"They say they care. But they judge and stare" A collection of self-written poems. 🖤
