Hope is a disease,
Which affects your heart.
It never decrease,
Your spirit like a hart;
But hop your pulse,
So never wish to part.
Hope is a promise
Which affect your art,
And it increase
Your thought from blackout.
Fill my tummy with platters, While my neighbour's tummy is filled with air. Let me touch the sky, When my knight's rook sank in t...
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