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ABACUS: Sports Officer
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My Dear
by Poom Narkchaiya 03-03-20 06:19:30
Oh, but if I could,
Get you the moon and stars up there,
See you shine like them,
And never fade away, my dear.
When I am with you,
I feel unstoppable up here,
Bitter-sweet, isn't it,
Such little time we have, my dear.
For the years that pass,
How you would not have much to fear,
So much passion,
Oh, I feel immortal, my dear.
To the time we have... read more