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April 2, 2013

When I pulled the thorns from the fifth
I looked at you, Mum
Terrible thoughts been possessed with
Became what has gone

I withdrew necklace
so I can follow you ahead
Then I saw on your face
a needle and a brilliant thread

What do patriotic verse.
Here, save all incoming
I’ve taken away them to disperse.

In vain is my longing.

I am eager to your poor word

I desire for the homeland chord.
04/02/2013 08:08 pm


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