A flower fellIn A well,The slaveDrew it unknowinglyAnd ended in the Maid's bath. Heavenly scentShe was lost In the thought of a princeWho never came,Ended in a conventSweet Mary was Always full of grace.K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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