Each day upon the bird of pray,
No a fellowship nether care or nay,
Not an alive soul would see me real,
Smiling over my facade.
One could eye those false a sympathy,
Eye purposely upon one, though his soul,
For the future, still know how to come,
All one can do is to linger and smile.
But for you my love,
A Smiling fact,
I will
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Submission Name: Pray
