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And suddenly I stop
As I've read something
My heart's aching
That wasn't a nice view
But, I'll tell this to you
Stop doing this
Or you'll saw my clenching fist
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And eventually I frown
As the tears goes down
I let go of the crown
As with the title
That blown by the whistle
Promises were annihilated
Hours were wasted
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My voice echoed in this hall
My sobs filled the silence
No one comforts me, hence
I need to win this battle alone
I need to fight forever alone
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesíaIf books could have more, give more, be more, show more, they would still need readers who bring to them sound and smell and light and all the rest that can't be in books. THE BOOK NEEDS YOU. © The Winter Room by Gary Paulsen Tuning This Poem C...
