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grandmother poem

the air is like a butterfly
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
i know what you're going to say
lady, your heart has turned to dust
when i returned at sunset
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
some of the hurts you have cured
in halls of sleep you wandered by
he speaks not well
to the passionate lover
let us express our baser passions

 



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