He walked pass the river of sand,
while holding a red rose in his hand,
he climbed the tiny stone in groan,
as he felt he was utterly fond,
but still not yet found his soul.
his heart was as strong as dagger,
he couldn’t make it any better,
the only thing he knew,
was the thing he blew,
he’s young at heart,
and wasn’t that smart,
he says least,
but always last,
he might not find true love,
but might find some love.
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