Piece of Art
When the windeth blows, it's ev'r so cold
But nev'r as such within mine soul
F'r thoust claim'd I'm dark withineth
But I hast not commit'd sineth
Shall clouds rolleth in, I dear proclaim
Thund'r comes, it hath nay shame
I seeth the leaves began to fall
As the drops of sorrow backeth up they crawl
F'r broken pieces of mine heart
lieth somewh're as a piece of art
Just like mine loveth, life separate
I won't forgeteth that envy date.
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