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Listen to the wind,Hear his howling cry;Feel his breeze surroundThe bed in which you lie;See the mark he leavesAfter each easy caress,Proof of his kis..
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Her lover is reserved and cares not of the world,His life revolving around only herAs each day she discovers something new.She loves his voice and its..
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He is known first by what he is called,What he has done or what he saysTrivial things compared to his name-It lives on with him, precedingAll which he..
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The creatures who makeThis music their songAre kept secret for their own sakes;People believe it to merelyBe the wind, but they are wrong.They think t..
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Over patches of ice he sneaks;Against the chill the forest creaksAnd studies carefully the pathHe takes while walking off his wrathIn response to what..
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Dear loneliest heart in the crowd,Afraid to speak aloudFor fear of what others may say-No way to spend the day.Disfigured face, you have no need to hi..
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They run through the forest,And they leap at the beasts;They need little restBetween their runs and feasts.They need nothing else but to hunt and prow..
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The rising sun lit up the village as if it were on fire, the busy spirits running about like ants to begin the day's task. Isaac was already at his po..
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She is dressedIn pretty things-Lily brooch on her breast,Flashy sapphire ringsAnd a matching gown,Small costume crown.She searches for her restIn stoc..
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