I can not notice the words they speak,
the lights dimmed,
so there is a growing,
laughing men and maids in the volunteer search for him my eyes.
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He is better. He is alive AND MAY RUN AWAY ONE DAY {HOPE}. ThINK OF CAGED BIRDS WHO ARE BUTCHERED AND THEN EATEN
the poem is really good.... so good... it is poetically and beautifully written