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Rain falls upon me and I know its time,
for the bell of my heart to ring its last chime.
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I have nothing more to do Except write more poems
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Midnight, Midnight / Her eyes are sliky blue. / Reslilient to the world, / indifferent to me and you. / Her hair is black, / like the universe bright, / it flows down her shoulders / like a crimson Fby Soten-Jaganshi 29 lines, 1 comment, on May 29 1:44 AM 2007. In Midnight
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