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Nay old self neither my soul
Treats like nothing but a fool
Condemn harshly without fighting back
Does not have any good luck
Always failing to stand still
That crawl it back into steel...
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Jr.
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Poetry of Dreams
Miracles of Meeting 'You'
Unexpected with Your divine light, You came once again. Visit me through vision, an expected sight. I know I am awake, Yet here I am again...
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