A sentiment which isn't at hand now
And act as it’s gone
Just seek a modest closer
And will find in every ones heart
An equal space like every feeling
But is out of use
In some hearts
Keen, kindness
On story is missing
Now days,
The used sentiment there is
Are not really emotions
The people won’t regret
On what they’ve made
Unerringly sort of sins
A smudge on their hearts
But just don’t care
Time will come
Turn along
You’ll know, all the wrong
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