in the seasons,
full of life,
Love spills
from those eyes,
there would be a day
when her prince would
take her away,
into the world of love,
smoke of the modern vehicles,
had left the painting
damaged,
but still some where,
the dream survives,
the day of fact comes,
not until then she knew
she was a old scrap,
whose dreams and love was wraped
paid for taking away. |
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