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Poetry is the thing
That keeps us alive,
Stars are the things
That hear our cries.
Seeing through the sun rays
Is like a disguise,
Being perfect, though,
Is nothing but lies.
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That keeps us alive,
Stars are the things
That hear our cries.
Seeing through the sun rays
Is like a disguise,
Being perfect, though,
Is nothing but lies.
© All Rights Reserved
