The paper’s face and the freakin’ notes,

Pursuing together the men’s mystery !

And the dream is on fireball !

A demure need brood,

& others be on brimming hall !…

He can go for love,

Wafture to get on pub !

He can complete his day,

Or ravage his leisure for fake !
Life seems to be so comely,

And he forgets his part !

But the deep one is still to come’

& that’s his heart !
At times, he breaks !

And the other, he relocates !

Ultimately, He got the Victory !

And He unlocks his mystery !



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