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As a lone figureHe came aside.With sparkled eyes,And crooked smile.But....One day he went away.Never again to be found.Only his memory left with the p..
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I pass by this little land everydayThis little wasted land,I keep on wondering about the life it once had.The blooming flowers,Or the blowing wind,And..
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He came with a bag full of dreams.Wild like he is;Some to cherish,Some to hurt,Some to make things fall apart.Still he came with his dreams.A bag full..
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One night it was.One simple night.Empty room.Dim lights.Love it was,For the first time,Only me and him,And the moonlight...
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