Poetry
The Pure Savage
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
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Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you
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