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Sometimes

Artist blames his brushes

Courage goes out and rushes

Sometimes

Writer has no more ideas

Feel like it’s a crime

Sometimes

A star loses its shine

Regrets, everything was fine

Sometimes

Fertile soil began to dry

And earth begins to cry

Sometimes

All worries are your

Where all pleasure gone for?

Sometimes

When you are alone

You feel like a pebble or stone

Sometimes…..

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