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| yet it might astray, only time will tell, unless it is farewell, maybe then you'll see, and you'll agree, that time is short, too short to have any support. | |
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| Your poems give me sorrow, I pray that tomorrow, your homepage seems, to be only a dream, and then maybe you'll see, and we'll all agree, to not just waste time, poems must do more than rhyme. | |
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