You are a simple rhyme
The very secret of its depth
You are immortal in the old poem
You're neat in yourself
You are the beauty of the morning
The fumes of coffee smoke are delicious
You are the scent
Missed heart and head
You are my reasons
Become a poet with no way
And also,
You're the first title
From the greedy fingers of my fingers composing the script
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