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Sunday night, moon came wearing hat of cloud
You tore the letter, moon dropped his hat down
I grabbed the hat, sat on it, while it howling loud
Dropped me in the desert, met a cactus , at me it , frowned The lone warrior , holding sword in the hell of a place
With its sword fighting with Sirocco, tooth and nail.
No one bows and whispers hello to it, excpet the bones and skull face
Doesn't cry , blooms after 40 still called fail ........
You tore the letter, moon dropped his hat down
I grabbed the hat, sat on it, while it howling loud
Dropped me in the desert, met a cactus , at me it , frowned The lone warrior , holding sword in the hell of a place
With its sword fighting with Sirocco, tooth and nail.
No one bows and whispers hello to it, excpet the bones and skull face
Doesn't cry , blooms after 40 still called fail ........
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Wrsatyam on 19 Mar 2024
Thank you all for the likes.