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Since I have been with you
The rain milks A starry deep sky. Rarely do I hate you. I have faith, No, courage that Going along in life is with God's grace, Us. Petals of lofty love. At first, nonchalant glances Then, flesh that moves the earth. T he Tower of Pisa leans for you. Here in my mind. Eyes staring at your babyface, Raindrops run down All in a tither, In love, None but you can soothe me at Daybreak, Rain, sheer rain Oh! Petal soft as a rose. Soft as a wet rose!
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