La Verne Binauro Biography

The burning-burden sadness of me,
Now fading; running way from me.
I thought nothing could erase
But the hopeless imposibility of reality.
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You've hurt me,
But the tears stayed a second only.
You've insulted me,
But t'was a one-stand-hair of me.
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Tell me nothing about anything.
I know then how it happens
When I smile.
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Shed me tears no more...
Now: exactly what I wished to be.
But memeories, why knocking me?
I thought it would be nice,
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