I'Ve To Tell The Pope, Next Sunday
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Being worm-eaten, ceaseless... still
Giggling all the apples, one after another
Those green, rosy, red __
And gloomy, darkened clouds
Flying, flying, flying and flying away...
What a sign of inauspicious days!
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People run after light and hope, always__
Keep it up more and more but jerks off less;
Yet, keep up an eye, where there is darkness!
Bu şiiri puanla
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