I see your eyes glimmer
Your hunger isn't stifled at all
You wanted more, and you got more
So just what will be enough?
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Giving and giving, like the tree
I have shed and wept and plead
I've given all and some
Yet you, all you do is play dumb
Started with my smile and help
Now my melancholy eyes and personal hell
You smoke me away, and yet you ask for me to crawl back
Answer me through truth and fact,
Why should one who gives Gold only to get Stone in return keep trading?
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Pity, pity, pity
Weep, weep, weep
This isn't the final possession given
Even I know that
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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Nicely written! I enjoyed it very much. It has a flow and rhymes very well.
Thank you!
My answer through truth & facts is that you are gettting IN return NOT any stone,but 'The Philosopher's Stone'!🎓
Think,think,think...
Possibly, who knows? Certainly not me
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