Dec 12, 2005 19:29
oh for mortal is thine love,
that makes it sweet when caresses end,
but to feel touch before my time,
eternal love to thee id send
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what bloodied ground so vainly fought
is soaked in toil that ill forgot
the grass is green when fertilized
but in the end is brown and dry
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As you know, I'm duely impressed!!
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