Poem: Fleeting From The Heart
Tears run down my face, love's ruining grace.
Pain keeps on swelling, my heart is used to its dwelling.
It'll be relieved soon... I can't always have this doom...
Tears run down my face, love's ruining grace.
Pain keeps on swelling, my heart is used to its dwelling.
It'll be relieved soon... I can't always have this doom...
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