when things got worst the eyebrows is out,
no chances of repair out from the damage,
for even the broken stain exposes no doubt
what then is the color of white if the eyes
is close and what is blue if the paint is red
things is getting better if the eyebrow's
is out
oh! satisfaction of nerve, hey day is coming
and the breeze of anger shallow the calmness
of the sea, would it be the simpler the world
is the better is bitter
which is which the clue to find the wrong is
the answer; find the brightness of the star for
you will find the dark, no man have ever
perfected the right to be left
Try.....
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