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romantic love poems

somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
there is no flock, however watched and tended
with the meek, brown eyes
green afternoon serene and bright
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
i reside at table mountain
lo! 'tis a gala night

 



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