Blue
I wish you the best in all you do
I hope he does not end up hurting you
In the rasp whispers of the night
I heard he is impolite
I know he is the type to be untrue
He is bound to make you blue
But from me, you flew.
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JoannaD08
All work, no play but there's more to say. I've wished and faltered in my faith and my hopes but don't take it personal.
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