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May 2013
Oh! How I long to hear the sounds of my beloved daughter,
The sweet aroma of flowers all over.
Seeing her skipping, singing, dancing
In the beautiful Sunshine!

Oh my trove! Who longs for another
Thus love is something unlucky to me
So I took her beneath the soil
And made her my bride for all eternity

To him I was his everything
But to me,all he was, was a cruel,heartless soul
How I longed to be in my mothers arms again
Regret is what I feel,I shouldve listened

3 months of happiness,3 months of neglect
3 months of pain, 3 months of rejoicement!
JAK AL TARBS
Written by
JAK AL TARBS  England
(England)   
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   --- and Dreiliece
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