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Poetry is my life I am living in bubble home For you also I have a room If you want to come welcome But remember it’s so weak As my heart as my home Be careful and walk slowly Even talk slowly Or if you wants to dance Dance slowly It can be harm for my bubble home And don’t think I am wrong Don’t cry don’t shout If you have problem Just table talk Just smile or laugh slowly Feel free feel it’s your home Be my guest at your home You own me you own home Or if you like sing a song That can be strong bone My home roof is not cone I am living in bubble home It’s my beautiful home You can own it if you can shown Little bit sympathy And become my own I am living in bubble home It’s my beautiful home
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