A glooming peace, this morning with it brings,
the sun chases the sorrow and,
sorrow would not show up its head..
Go hence, to have more talks of sad things..
some shall be pardoned and some must have fled,
some never were a story of more regret..
This kiss of my soul on my lips,
won't fade away,
is meant to stay..
so that I can do away with,
lies and unclaimed claims...
so that hurt crows..
laughing pigs won't be a concern anymore.
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