A poem which isn't about midgets.?

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happy guy.

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Ending.

The sky is falling,
and your smile is calling.
For I have seen the end.
I've seen the apocalypse.
The apocalypse was when you left me there.
Alone,
dying,
For when I saw you go down in a box.
Then I thought to myself,
Please, I love you to much.

For now here I am, sitting on the edge.
Staring out to the valley
where the birds are hanging
And I can't imagine, my life without you.
My hymn, my rhyme my beautiful time.

I guess this is better. What do you guys think?
 
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