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Another Poem
It will never be the same, And all those people who I would have liked to know, move away little by little as mislaids birds. Trying to avoid the badly put looks. Finding the good way to the liberty... Trying to kind answers to our questions... Answers sensless, which confuse the world... Deserve our Suffering. Ignoring the passers-by. Drowning all our problems. Erasing our memories. Revealing our secrets...
