Thank you

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Show me your lovely voice,

Full of  joyful flowers full of  toys.


Show me your annoyed voice I used to hate.

Fears fade, the ghost decayed.


You´re not a bum like mom,

But a fresh cherry plum.


You open my eye lids a little, with a little bit of spit.

You make my eyes spot disguise and surmise,  webs and flies,

And lit the soul pit.


You dared take a peek to my burnt fries.

You make me discover lies I told to allies and to spies.

To myself.

To you.


But there is a cue,  and that is to coo,

To shew a better view,

To glimpse the splendor of morning dew.

Love you true.


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