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I Steal

I steal yes I steal o beauty I steal the grievance of your life o no; not I'm the thief of happiness it's the blue the far sky o no, that's not the color of pain I can decorate- with the sweet breeze mild more than the south; with the fragrance of rose fragrant more than the Arabian scent Yes I steal, still steal the pain, the grief I the pain killer of your life you're mine, only would be mine -31/10/19 CTG BD

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Date: 10/31/2019 6:17:00 AM
To steal the grief would be a wonderful service to many.
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