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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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