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knock on the door. I knew it was the bird To tell me another tale Of her lost love Because I am the only ear She has got. She need to be at peace for godsake Leave me alone for a day With out her lonely talks She should no longer be here. Tired of hearing those tales I took the gun Opened the door And shot 3 bullets right into her.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
The bird (end)
knock on the door. I knew it was the bird To tell me another tale Of her lost love Because I am the only ear She has got. She need to be at peace for godsake Leave me alone for a day With out her lonely talks She should no longer be here. Tired of hearing those tales I took the gun Opened the door And shot 3 bullets right into her.
One day everything is meant to end
Vasndhra
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
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