look glamours
smart beauty is thee ways
shallows of my heart
speak to
winds of oblivion
strike
as I wing past
sorrows
bristles of
made by sparrow
red rose is good
it may bring her
thus heard my heart
toddler I stand
till day
smart is thee
winds are beautiful
song s of her
bring
what I know
bit by bit
as shades
fly past
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