PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE Biography

Be my apostrophe before S
I'll second that motion
The possession beyond space and time
When the nude love swims in our notion
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We don't listen to them shouting for aid
Though for our life we're so afraid

The swollen rivers their home flood
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Your rosy cheeks
The scent of kindness seeks
Its own level
I smell and revel
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An island of peace
An island of sanity
An island of calm
An island of manatee
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Large shadows loomed
On my heart
I was unable
To dispel the gloom
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