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She thought of turning the world into heaven, She did not understand the sound of raven.... She thought of turning the world into heaven, She did not understand the soun...
The poem describes the scars of the black past. The poem describes the scars of the black past.
The photo of his beloved turned into a withered leaf It looked like his eyes were filled with grief The photo of his beloved turned into a withered leaf It looked like his eyes we...