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Real Is Rare
The real is rare,
The fake doesn't care...
One who ought to be dear;
Alas! Brings despair.
My search goes everywhere,
To meet the one who's sincere.
That one supposed to bring cheer,
And no trick play, only an option fair.
Happiest I was when he was near,
He wouldn't let my eyes shed a tear...
In my loneliness I sometimes still fear,
Where I lost him, why...
Tuesday 30th July 2019 7:20 pm
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