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Her laughter, songs and speech, her whispers near,
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She delights in the sparrow that I gave her.
I am glad to behold her touching pleasure, -
A rose may bloom in yellow, white or red,
and violets are a shade that’s nearly blue. -
Neither life nor love exists apart from crying.
Much desired; they’re never held apart from crying. -
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Each turn we make is toward a chosen fate,
for where we end depends on all we do. -
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My lady is the Queen in thrall to Jack –
a sanguine Knave who’s led my lady’s Heart. -
And what was ever love to me
Until your face I chanced to see?19 lines, 7 comments, on Jul 24 11:22 PM 2008. In Love -
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