Please, give this letter to Mrs. Robinson;
Because, i saw her daughter in the bush! !
And, she told me everyhing that occured in the house.
Slight! !
To the scene,
To catch a glimpse,
Closure in sight;
The real case,
Pointed it out,
Demanding answers,
Sad and dejected in life's own colours! !
In life's own works,
And, she confirmed the story.
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