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There is no such
Color called white
In the purity of hearts.
But if your past is dark as tar
Worry not; take yourself far,
From issues and times
Rest your head in peace
And let your spirit freely
Find settlement
For every today
There is a yesterday
In the past that past
Tomorrow is heavily
Pregnant and vast
Everybody has a past.
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
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