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When That Little Boy Is in His Solitude
The little boy has cloudy eyes, yet no tears ever fall.
The little boy often hides his voice behind a faint smile.
The little boy grew into an adventurer,
Singing along with the howling storm,
Fighting the thunder that echoed across the sky,
Confronting the sun that burned the horizon.
The little boy has bones of steel.
The little boy could be anything those...
Tuesday 1st October 2024 6:21 pm
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