You have the most wonderful smile, hidden with wisdom, of a redeeming mend to have resent all well the known. But little had they guessed, the flagrant reprisal were bound for all to hear and to see, those gestures you made belong from me. And apparent to I being amused, the hard to give wisdom, that remained a return to be, a soul empty with the end. To all they knew it could or would be what you see, through a gift, so blue, those returning smiles, has you to see of me.

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