Gentle waves of melancholy Wash against my mind. Never enough to pull me down - They serve to remind me Of past happinesses, And joys yet to be experienced.
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Poetry is my aeroplane
Gentle waves of melancholy Wash against my mind. Never enough to pull me down - They serve to remind me Of past happinesses, And joys yet to be experienced.
