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by Daisy   Jan 22, 2009


My heart is the flower you knew,
The happiness you brought through
To my heart, you sang it there,
The rain blows clouds away from the air,
Easing my despiar,
At world's reallity,
And some birds see,
There is no hope,
So kick the pope,
But I sigh and disagree.

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