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Dec 2020
When your heart turns blue,
  remember our moment under the ugly tree,
    turn tears into smiles,
       when your heart is weary of misery ,
            turn to me. . .
                let me hold hold those feelings of melancholy.

-β“‰π“Šε°Ία‘Ž π•‹π‘œ м𝒆
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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