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A Poem by 7's
The days...; of the voyage, from the past which last
Still, etched in my mind, and as souvenir in the notes.
So I don't let myself forget that, unle..
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A Poem by 7's
Think of a toy of mine, which I never had.
Think of an abettor, who never existed.
Part of me is blaming me for missing you
For missing falling aga..
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A Poem by 7's
You see I wrote a song for you which changed over malices of time.
You creak then and break me now.
But still you got that big, cute, lively smile,
..
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A Poem by 7's
Standing diurnal with a book in my hand
Against the eight feet tall brick wall.
Wanting to eschew what I'd done months back.
All greeneries, unde..
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A Poem by 7's
I'll stop my car.
I'll write elegy for my mask
In the upcoming eisteddfod.
And a poetry in your eyes.
If I don't
Get any boats or ships,
I will ..
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A Poem by 7's
My final call:never say adieu.
For I can't ever say to you.
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A Poem by 7's
Let's football.
Hey, where did you kick it off?
Search it, now.
Wait a minute, look at the dome; let's get inside.
Wow! How still it is! Do you ..
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A Poem by 7's
The weather is nice,
And I surmise,
May be it is the day,
When the wind starts to blow the hay,
When, at home, no one stay,
When, for life, no pl..
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A Poem by 7's
the introduction to this concept
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A Poem by 7's
my Phoenix risks herself for my life
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