I counted from 1 to 100,
Seeing flowers are red,
They're not in bed,
But in the coffin, dead.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
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I counted from 1 to 100,
Seeing flowers are red,
They're not in bed,
But in the coffin, dead.
