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A Dirty Handkerchief
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Withered Roses Her heart was dabble in a pool of love,
Her happiness came and died,
Her sorrows wondered,
Waking all her enemies from death,
There ancient kiss was slained,
Her heart smelled like a piece of cloth,
Like a handkerchief stirred in mud of sins,
Her broken past still breath unto her soul,
A smile she lost,
A lover she failed,
Tears comes oh! waterfalls,
Fear clouds within her eyes,
Oh! Sweet heaven,
An anger she now posses,
It belts her wrist attracting all bad omens,
Her heart was torn
Such nothing could replace it....
