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Alexander Másolata
Alexander Másolata
Daisy Flower
If the flowers were a thousand a mine of shine and the Sun's bright shine were mine
The daisy sun of the winter of the winter of the neverfrost of the never and the never
felt i this kind of frost
Could You turn your cheerfull of silent cheek to me and never ever refuse me for i am
no nobody
True is the world what is mine love is the heaven and a heaven in a haven of my
love.
Ten years of decade and we were unsixteen and we were no alumni to the
Law of the Mr.general snow and wintercold.
Can you sew a little black dress to me;i could give him a warm glover of the
oceanshoreon mine stripe of overglooming of the rooming monster of my
detesting fate.
Where are you going thise night of eventhood and a little martyrdoom of my
hold of service that the room of silenthood on my ship of sail over the land and
the sea we are ready yo to land our new friend of the Mother-Island.
What kind of person were you when you have got died?What person were
you,had you been worth to life to live your own maledicted life?Were you
worth to life when you have got died?