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    To make you smile from the soul.
    in my body i dug a hole.
    So deep i dug to find my heart had turn to cole.

    Soring on wings made of notes
    to the heavens my heart and soul
    Close my eyes and fly away

    In my head there are colors
    ringing, ringing in my head
    like a song on full blast
    sprouting wings and flying off
    There are no limitations

    This poem needs no words.
    Needs no emotion
    needs no ryme, no flow, no heart or soul.
    This poem needs no words, to speak, to say, to think or read.
    So this last time is as beautiful as can be.
    .

    Motion motion bright a head
    fleaing being lost then lead
    blinded sighted brining light
    far to live on the eage
    brining, brining somthing dead
    living, lothing, lust then dust
    must be fate in motion domokun


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