Stubborn bird,
So you are like.
Untrodden heart,
Such a you have.
Damp quietly, secretly,
If you were a lovely lamb.
Accidently,
Catch a glimpse of you,
If I were I by now,
Then something could quench my love.
So hard to go inside,
So bold to do the right.
However,
It appears to be nothing get.
You spill tears on the road, then dried.
You eat pills growing in the soil of heart, then dead.
What, where, when
Did we met.
Vaguely,
Without any intention,
I store it in a deserted barn,
Untouched by anyone alive,
If I can.
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