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Beauty that surpasses midair sunrise
Hanging at the seams of god's perfect sole
Thy lil' body under the scorching heat
Burning with passion for chilling soul thirst
Be for mine O you who steal vacant hearts
Ripping sky from stars, draining moist from swamp
I was there when earth quaked with misery
Withstanding miraculous transformation
The vast ocean let out mournful laughters
That spring pearl of tears from its dead sea bed

So the daffodils leapt for your presence!
So the tiny tadpoles grow fins of glee!
So my heart falls under spells of your love...
You were a gift that was not meant to be


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