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Those days...
Those forgotten days of love
I don't want to remember...
that teenage, that affection ,
now I fear...
the seed of my faith,
turned out to be a weed...
the watering hands
plucked all the flowers with greed...
you never knew,
who am I !
a seed, a flower
or just another Jacobin looking at the sky!
I don't want to remember...
that teenage, that affection ,
now I fear...
the seed of my faith,
turned out to be a weed...
the watering hands
plucked all the flowers with greed...
you never knew,
who am I !
a seed, a flower
or just another Jacobin looking at the sky!
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