Mystery of Love
Firecrackers bursting tare,
New years, new tear...
Burst the durst,
Accurst in an outburst,
Rainfalls witnessing the tough times,
Outfalls are the rough mistimes...
A go to his ego,
Forego the flamingo,
Bye to a lovely lover, my heart...
Eyes are gravely over, my harte...
Broom, a bloom in his room,
Groom, a doom in his darkroom...
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