Shackled in pain, is how you say you feel;
Shards in your heart, with no known way to heal.
Lights growing dim, the way to happiness hidden;
You seek things to help, but all are forbidden.
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Gregory’s dead and gone away,
I begged him, “Please, oh won’t you stay?
You’ve been here so long, yet I knew you not,
We could have been friends, but we only fought.”
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Among the seas of olive trees,
And in the scents of flowery sweet.
Elegantly dressed a woman sat,
From her eyes tears gently seeped.
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