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Sep 2014
I saw her first under the sunlight rays
Her beautiful face, sparkling like a silver plate
On my bed I counted for days
Sometimes daydream and fall asleep late
Crucify me, for her sins I will pay
Oh!, what has befallen me, an ill luck fate??
She stole my heart, and for that I won't cease
To stop calling her the queen of thieves
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
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