U are like a breeze, that blows on the sea and gives pleasure to the fishes
u are like a breeze, that blows on the street and makes men forget where they came from.
U are like a breeze that blows at night and make people divorce there bed for a chair outsite.
U are beutiful even in abroken mirror.
I wish to clean up ur sorow like am ur mopping stick.
They love is blind so i guess i should get a walking stick.
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