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When I go, I was flown

With the rhythmic river flow.

 

 When I go, I was blown,

   By the calmly wind blow.

       

 When I go, I glow,

 As bright as the star’s glow.

 

 When I go, I grow,

Until the limit that I can grow.

           

 As I grow, my tears flow,

  But I am not low, just trying to glow.

 

 Down the road I went,

I have reach the end,

Where it curves and bends.

 

 Written by: Kicheal [kz7]

 

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