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romantic love poems

somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
beneath the warrior's helm
with lips blood red and heart of stone
it tells of good old times
uplifting, as the wind blew
rocked in the cradle of the deep
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
she heard the children playing in the sun
i love the old melodious lays
when freedom from her mountain height

 



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