Feel the same pain

Burning in tears

It is the main thing

Wich is however appears.

Feel the same words

Speaking for freedom,

There are lot of clouds

Throw the wisdom.

Feel such a good life

In a moon light.

Sences only five

But necessary need fight.

Benefits of loneless

Not such as full

As she was careless

And too much cool.

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