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Down South
All I want to do is,
Tell a story out loud,
Starting from the morning,
Where it all started down South.
The peonies blooming graciously,
With the hummingbird’s sound,
All I knew is it’s different,
Something your eyes gave out.
The truth went unspoken,
Amidst the waves roaring aloud,
How the day went by then,
When everything went down South.
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