Well, I'm not pretty. You think I'm rude
Like a rode
That covers the Eath,
Like the deepest ocean there breath
Is harder than ever.
But here we never say «never».
Sometimes I'm quite,
Like a twilight silence.
And more attentively than Mother
Who cares about a child and safes from others.
Sometimes my hands more tenderly than sea,
And warmer than the sun can ever be.
I'm sweet with kids,
I care bout birds
And always leave the feeder full.
If you still think I'm always rude, you're just a little fool.
You think I m rude
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