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Soft and shock, beguiles a rock
Never wrecks, hatred the breaks
Bud of love, warms the earth
Persist of sense, creates fence.
The dark, clings to unbelievable hark
Dreams the mansion, tinkling the sanction
Clumsy living, arrogant feeling
But rare tree, loves to bee.
Spirit of enthusiasm, meets realism
Outside the underworld remains cold
Gets the light, rarely bright
Fetches the gist of heaven spirit
A big trial never end while
The life begins, power of feelings
Arts and culture, fallacy of shelter
Cloudy longs to strike, never sight.
The apple comes, fragrance of bunch
On a rare tree, prudence glee
The path shines in different coins
Proud of greatness, being outmanness
Her charming countenance was shining over
As the moon lit of night, I saw never
When I got romantic smiles
Could I neglect of her simple wiles
I was surprised, how a mysterious
That she were feeling a little humorous
About a meanwhile, stared merely
In close view, quite spiritually
By the spring and cheerful dawn
In my heart her vision was drawn
A lovely pleasure had blossomed
With transparent scene of two hearts
Her gay motions, lights & freely
And colonnade of heart chill too
A commitment coincided to love
It was only fashion to her, not alive
It was not for long life
Only made more temperate
Everything became separate
Placed in my cool colonnade
When I remember falls with tear
I believe as falling down from heaven fair.
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