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For Mikko. My attempt at something happy. Rip it to shreds if you please
Such a wonderful sight,
it brightens up once again.
The sweet sweet air comes near
and removes my cold fear.
Distract yourself with words:
it leads to temptation.
But now things have died down
I shall forever be proud
that I have stopped it good.
That I have prevented
it from all crumbling down-
like a man of decay.
Sweet sweet air, golden hair.
A skin so coloured with pure,
gold, smiling wisdom. Your
laugh always warms me up.
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This is why I should stick to depressing poems 
