It doesn't matter who I am.
I just like poems and I write them every now and then.
The road seems too long...
We won't make it if we walk along.
But I have an ideal very well planned...
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There was a time I was filled with love...
But now my heart's doors have closed shut.
Once I felt like the greatest God or a king...
But now all of a sudden it doesn't mean anything.
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Morning has come and he is already up to go...
As he walks down the stairs behind him dreams follow.
Thinking about the coming traffic in the city...
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Love like ours are very few...
Many try without knowing what they are getting into.
From the sky stars fall with out any wishes...
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I've heard that you hold a little story...
That was erased from his very memory...
So with you he got married.
I also know that you don't deserve him...
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