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harms no single mole. A thorn he may not be, only the sweetest sugar burns in me. Burns as I am so angry, too sad my soul's faith may not happy; Hers that a thousand time sweeter than mine, I may not see thee's candy soul that’s so fine. A legend I thought not now, Died in my eyes with a brand new light; Light coming from her eyes I thought, was the greatest thing I'd thought I bought. My soul; Oh my torn soul, Apologized I, but its not my call. In a finer person you should be, but please don't leave and be patient with me. |
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