Searching for a right, so I can skip the fight. Trying to avoid a wrong, so I can remain strong. Following cupid, to keep away from stupid.
Trying all that is good, even a knock on wood, to keep life on the up, to avoid going corrupt. The forces of evil, chase with the devil.
Actually evil is ahead, I'm surrounded with red. Surrounded doesn't mean defeated, as long as evil gets deleted. Everyday I erase, the evil from face, leave no trace. Still I lose the race, but suffer no disgrace, with love in place.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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