This poem is to be unique with a flaw. This poem is to be unique with a flaw.

I passed by, you saw me I passed by, you saw me

A smile that revives a wasted heart, Pouring out mirth, No more does despair claim a part. ... A smile that revives a wasted heart, Pouring out mirth, No more does despa...

I'm not a fighting love machine. I'm not a fighting love machine.