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THE HAIRPIN

I had bought a Hairpin, Close to my heart. As a gift to your beauty, In the pocket of my shirt. I wished to give it to you, Before you left my hand. But time being my foe' Fell off like sand. You had already left, This hell of a place. And I couldn't do anything, but keep a smile on my face. So I still hold this Hairpin, Close to my heart. Nothing but as memories, In the pocket of my shirt.

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