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Wene Feb 2019
But her eyes are very fragile and deep
So mysterious, no one can even read
When she looked at me, my heart skipped a beat
She’s a dying star, lonely and feared

She’s the star and I’m just a bit of dust
She shines the brightest, as her time has come
I'm back and currently working on our last requirement for the 2nd term in english... zzzzzzz

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