Inside my heart, ...
there is a vein,
that it can never, ...
will be strained
unless you cut, ...
the arteria of another,
who that will be...
can you find her
until you got me,
all out of luck!
as a 'grey goose'
from falling down,
from the bullet's,
of hunter Chuck
than i'll be lost in, ...
bear's crowd of brown.
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