If the doves gives signs of glee,
Then crows stay here with me.
For I fell down and fail,
Erase you but no avail.
When rainbows bring forth smiles,
I weep for miles and miles.
For you are sharp and sly,
I've no choice but comply.
Will you spare my frail heart,
Stop tearing me apart,
For my love is plain but pure,
And all I need is cure.
-By Farah Ain-
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