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Nov 2021
There, and away,
alone, and I can't stay.
Filled with lots of cry;
not a doubt, this is why:

On cities in all days,
it is there, felt always.
Everywhere, they'd lie,
clutch on, and then pry.

Yet, even with the pain,
oh still, we did remain.
But even if time will fail,
again, we'll write our tale.
03-31-2018
for z
Lanz Gabor
Written by
Lanz Gabor  20/M/PH
(20/M/PH)   
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   deyrah
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