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Paul

Ainsley W.
 
His eyes are brown
His hair is Long
his skin is fair
I like his tat
that says my name
 
And when I look
Into the sky
His memory fades
away
But as the clouds
Roll by, the tears
in my eyes, has to
Say
Goodbye

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