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Dear dear friend


The world is filled with hate regardless Without there is cold and darkness I yearned for you and shouted loud I feel so nice, mom I feel so nice I've always wanted your advice You are a piece of art Come forth, and bring with you a heart Back then I was content with a dull and endless strife A brown piano settled on one side You never told me that you lied All I can do is thrive I thought if only I could live I remember back then the gentle deference to me Those moments are now in memories If only I could see the future that should be If only you could see Than to love and be loved by me That the wind came out when I was fed up and lost When I pushed you away How much does it truly cost Picasso created you In the greenest of our valleys In that sweet day we laughed, we cried Those days with you On this day the day that you died
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