Oh! The sad fading memory re-kindles.
That desperate fragile man was crying on a rainy day
And he was soaked in a cobbled narrow street.
I offered him a small colored note
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May your fragile man find solace somewhere.
Some are destined for the dustbins of history
while the spirits of those who are truly
great burn on like an eternal flame.
Kind regards,
Sandra
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May your fragile man find solace somewhere. Some are destined for the dustbins of history while the spirits of those who are truly great burn on like an eternal flame. Kind regards, Sandra