Sad
I'll Saddle Alone all the Day
I'll Solve my Aches for Days
I'll Save my Appearance for Days
My Sight and Adherence shall be kept for Days
I'll sought for an August for days till august
I'll Sow for Abstract Deals, I know i won't even feel
I'll show what I Sow in my Aches and Drains, drawn from my pain
All to Show A Dose I use in order to be mute
I'm SAD!
I'll love to express my odds
And show the world my luck
Though it all came from a lock
Yet I'm unlocked to show the luck
My ink unlocks my lock and reveals my luck
Tough some try to lock my luck through unwanted odds
Yet my luck locks their lock!
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