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Her Lovers
blessed to know her then where days said we are to last write the new lines of fire lightly easy and with pleasure dear...my dearest of all men and creatures my gift to never lose be my best she didn't love me i saw felt and heard now a man on the wait a look far everywhere a look at the hour today not to meet him or even uncode his world i only went into the watch then a man was on just a simple name no secrets no charms no answer to love soon the land of days brought another seed visible out of all answers again worries went same equal big painful and plane she was after forms at times space of fun at times and hours like her at times sad much was not all that sad was she wanted places in the life and every time i was left aside then talked with into be the lasting...be what i want set passion aside it might prove wrong take all of me take me free to love you will get the lover pass the love do and the lover cry then she was a beauty and i was a dictionary a spy and a magic sword did she find a place in life she will never hold to answer she is smart she is sad
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