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Fear runs through the poets pen
Until all the ink runs out.
So much in words must be said
Within our times of doubt.

Then again things may change
For the better or  for the worse
In this world of uncertainty
Put some Sunshine in a verse .
Tell the morning crows
Keep quiet before seven
Worms cannot hear you!
crow,
As you touch my heart
It's beating softly for you
I'm so in love,
With every soft kiss
I fall in love with you.
True Love ❤️
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