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Thousands of bowers-
Beautiful, Embellished, Scintillating, Sky Roofing
Yet all those are bricks and sand
Never ever be my naive simple home.
Eynes getting wet, drops of pearls rolling out on cheeks-
Tears they call; Leaving my home to lead my men- Me a soldier

Saturday, September 24, 2016
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