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Contrapuntal
I only try to write of joy
But you only read my sorrow
She came to me by chance
I suppose that's always so
We sang the bodies' lively dance
She rescued me from woe
She came to me in passion
I only knew my lonely life
We dreamt our bodies' ration
She rescued me from strife
The tear you see escape my eye
Remembers only pleasure
The gasp of breath yo...
Friday 19th October 2018 3:19 pm
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