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The Golden Tears - Poem by the rosy aroma
He isn't the hero who was in your dreams,
he doesn't deserve your golden tears.
His life is like waves; you can't bear,
as you must be kept as a pearl very dear.
Your place is with the angels, not with us here,
so you must be secured from the wind of the fear.
Your voice is delicate; to the ears very near,
and the whole when you speak must hear.
You must think well, it's a life not a year.
To a girl
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