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They Need To Regret

For them we are mock Don't know why they knock Such a subject of fun For them; why we run Away, they'll never understand. Why do our feelings worth nothing The song of jest they always sing. To them it pretends to be fancy Making our fun is their tendency Thus make us feel lime worthless sand.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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