Caution Mr Joe
Mr. Joe's tongue bloomed as beautiful flowers
Petals falling down as crystal drops of rain
Went to the apple land to follow the shadow as bride's future
Left the morose marks from the woods where he came from
Hence, he looks luxury, brings the mother tongue of universe
Changes vastly the posture from head to foot
Life flies to the solar-flare, everyone wants to stare
Can't count the lines even see the melancholy eon...
Crown of a king touches on his head
Hands with seeds with diamonds sleep under his blessed fate
Waiting for the right clock to point its arms to raise the chin
For those hit his snoopy and woke up his hazardous soul
Swallows everything's weak inside and boosts the anxiety
Mornings can't paid the uncountable mourning
That blew the dandelion in the air called the faith
For every hour sweet line on his face conveys into ash
The deepest sigh is preserved by decades
Pushing himself to jail the race that symbols of his herd
For such reasons just to embrace the statue of liberty
Less proud to yell up own peers to the blue and green eyes
Indeed, the magical ability inherited to the forefathers
Big lie carried the bridge to burn his fellows to be known
The trash on your mind is the one you left behind
The striking flag yet today crawling
And brave spirit obtain to be known
Not as the house of poor servants
But as the creatures with faith
For the abandoned country of majestic workers
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