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Valon's Poetry
Valon_Oakheart
Rose's be red creepers be green yer face is so strange it looks like a bean! The zombies draw close but your not here, I fear that we cannot be. Your eye's are like the white of a skele but your heart is as big as a creeper blast. While you craft your mighty sword, I try to craft my way into your heart. The dreams that see make me fly free, I know its all lies but when I look in you eyes my heart jumps so high I with i could fly, as the darkness comes in I know I can't win, for it is just a dream.