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Such beauty
Undefined Life goes on, Don’t cry Such are lives’ Simple pleasures, Turn around Become daggers. Perhaps such tears generate feelings of lost fate destructive hearts, others create, none know till it’s too late. Lets be simple dreams, dancing with material things, never knew fate could be, hatred rose from nameless graves. Let be not any loss. detestation destroys. Look to love, anger comes, hatred dies again. SKEA
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