what the eyes can see
the heart perceived, for a bundle of Roses
carried a perfume of sweet response of smile,
after the night is over
the past is gone yet the laughter
echo in a distance of remembrances; where
there the hook the lips taste
many have encompasses time
even what it takes
the pain wound has fashion to shine,
nay whatever bit the hook rejoices
be always return the good old days,
as the horizon of the west celebrate the glows
of the morning and the night
welcome the day
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