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My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand He leaves on Thursday and only returns on Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes it's four days out I don't know what he does He goes out sometimes on Friday and only comes back on saturday or sunday I don't know what he does My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand The earth is wet with the cold dew of the night the red flowers of may increasingly red wild birds singing A song the moth flies my soul is like a plane What a bird throwing flower seeds in my garden The wind takes the flower seeds May far I can write My poems with all my heart He leaves on Thursday and only returns on Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes it's four days out I don't know what he does He goes out sometimes on Friday and only comes back on saturday or sunday I don't know what he does My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand I wanted to try to understand everything I wanted to hear the night wind And the moonlight telling me yours Truths but what I only I hear it's lies But I know my heart you are like the moonlight and the stars It's like a night of stars It's like a moon night It's like a night of clouds It's like a sunny day It's like a day of blue clouds It's like a day of rainbows and flowers It's like a rainy day The cold rain is wetting the flowers

"My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand He leaves on Thursday and only returns on Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes it's four days out I don't know what he does He goes out sometimes on Friday and only comes back on saturday or sunday I don't know what he does My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand The earth is wet with the cold dew of the night the red flowers of may increasingly red wild birds singing A song the moth flies my soul is like a plane What a bird throwing flower seeds in my garden The wind takes the flower seeds May far I can write My poems with all my heart He leaves on Thursday and only returns on Saturday or Sunday. Sometimes it's four days out I don't know what he does He goes out sometimes on Friday and only comes back on saturday or sunday I don't know what he does My brother leaves on Thursday and only comes back on Saturday or Sunday. I wanted to understand everything that happens in my house but I can't understand I wanted to try to understand everything I wanted to hear the night wind And the moonlight telling me yours Truths but what I only I hear it's lies But I know my heart you are like the moonlight and the stars It's like a night of stars It's like a moon night It's like a night of clouds It's like a sunny day It's like a day of blue clouds It's like a day of rainbows and flowers It's like a rainy day The cold rain is wetting the flowers

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