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Treacheries were never the story, Isn't it that it was falsified? Lemme tell you something sweet... Like a bird singing in May , The belle out shines all bright stars on the great blue mat. Isn't it that the melody of the rhythm Are too sad... Like a citizen you tried finding the amusing amazing part of the music but all it leads to is the dance to the beats of melancholy.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Fine Rhythm
Treacheries were never the story, Isn't it that it was falsified? Lemme tell you something sweet... Like a bird singing in May , The belle out shines all bright stars on the great blue mat. Isn't it that the melody of the rhythm Are too sad... Like a citizen you tried finding the amusing amazing part of the music but all it leads to is the dance to the beats of melancholy.
The poem talks of a sad soul who finds it hard to have happiness in his or her life ...
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
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