Allegory bereft of meanings
Every morning when I open my eyes,
found my paragons lie besides-
pulls me out of the misery,
prompt me to make my own history.
i'll have anecdotes to tell
about how I fought before I fell.
Every morning when I open my eyes,
found my paragons lie besides-
pulls me out of the misery,
prompt me to make my own history.
i'll have anecdotes to tell
about how I fought before I fell.
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