Fading vison
creates beautiful metaphors.
I saw a bouquet of red flowers,
on the old stone steps,
they were a beautiful girl
with Down's syndrome.
Today, I saw a school girl laughing until she cried.
I've not seen that for many years.
creates beautiful metaphors.
I saw a bouquet of red flowers,
on the old stone steps,
they were a beautiful girl
with Down's syndrome.
Today, I saw a school girl laughing until she cried.
I've not seen that for many years.
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