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SIGNS

Time goes by,

The gray's always there.

Whenever the breathing starts,

Whenever hers's dawn a part.



The pain has an irresistible sense,

Creeps over there on steps.

She's none strength at all.

She's worths and wholes.



Whatever her thought when she's in love.

However it brought to take and have.

She's only first child of rose.

She's a flavor of the pinky coast.



The drops of tears, the holly speak.

More ever, together, no way to flick.

She's not a trade she's only 'bird,

Was need to fly she's just failed.




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