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One pleasant autumn has come and gone,The robin has sung its very last song.Winter is here on its midway,Frozen lakes , snow on the highway.December 3..
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When the dusk kisses the earth so damp,And the flame flickers in the yellow lamps,A door opens, up in the brick lane,She steps out slowly; but she is ..
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The dark clouds form a black canopy,Thunder strikes the mortal life,The demons play their cruel game,Unleashing bloody war and cold strife.Innocent di..
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The parchment still smells of nail polish,Painted red on your finger nails.The writing scattered with tears from your eyes,Like ripples on water where..
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At last I hear the summonsThe wind beckons, from foreign shoresThe sublime touch on my aching shouldersThe first step! Oh! Here I comeMy quest for unw..
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The wait, the hope, the lust in thoseWide, astounded eyes were lostEven tears felt ashamed to be bestowed in themThose dark, black balls embedded in t..
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Wistful eyes, the sudden fallthe fragile cry and the yellow world.Laughter dies, the air is staleWithin this heart, a raging gale.The broken heart, ro..
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He reached the edge of the cliff,where the slope went down to meet the earth beneath.He gazed at the world before him;Encompassed in a deadly silencet..
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