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Many times I wish
I die
Flying high to the
blue sky...
Many times I wish
I could
Changing bad into
one good.
Many times I think
of you
Hoping that you
do it too.
Many times I pray
to God
But the silence is
so odd.
But as many times
I wish
To be again,
the real me
Who so happy was
with thee...
LUCIANA STOICESCU Poems
"Love Thoughts"
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