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I am a river,
Always going forward.
With my touch,
Boys become men,
And the very stones turn to dust.
I am so powerfull that nothin..
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Raven hair shining in the sun
She looked at him with her emerald eyes,
Those eyes like deep pools,
The windows to a soul,
The hallways to ..
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His eyes held secrets,
His eyes held wisdom,
His eyes held age.
They held the experience of a thousand generations,
But also the Impish ir..
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Love is like a delicate flameYou make it grow from a simple sparkCreated in the heat of a moment.At first it is delicate,Fickle,It requires attention ..
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