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The first lane.


She lives on
First lane avenue
On cold weather
That moon light
Shine on
Cares about to
From the year old
Nest
Of brew coffee in cold
Freezing cold calling
Morning guy
That from the same time
Kite flying out of
Brew and crew
Cold coffee.

Written by Fromelalome (Rakhi roman)
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