the time is at run
my laughs hase been gone
i wonder if a chane would come
to be right with you
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the life fall too fast
i tell you should be haste
you should be haste
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share warms in heart
don t make hands apart
there is no time to fix it right
there is no time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great poem, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem call, Children Of The Night.