Am so fine
want to eat pine
climb With vine
it is mine
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A love that uplifted my mind to sky
A love which has no match like to fly
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To a city of hospitable men,
In a bus i was with my bag of smiles
Meant to display it for those trees i was passing like the days on my neck and shoulder,
Before my chest was my heart thinking the happiness of childish books i burnt,
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Byron The Gay
His own aristocratic class,
Whose cynical make-believe drove
him to fury:
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A shott that he has fell in it
Must wander in it through the
Isohyets.
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Please! Help your master not cry
Or fly like a wing of time
Yes! Please us your inner sight to figure out your misconceptions to evacuate
To a better site of this world.
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