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The blows
Wending on the path
blows chasing me up
Song birds hovering in the skies
I am impelled by mesmerizing rain lilies
Blatantly,I am a skylark
with a twisted turn,out of the blue
ruffled hair,with grin so true.
This dropping of blosoms seems like rain
If they ceased
will there be misery,indeed?
blows chasing me up
Song birds hovering in the skies
I am impelled by mesmerizing rain lilies
Blatantly,I am a skylark
with a twisted turn,out of the blue
ruffled hair,with grin so true.
This dropping of blosoms seems like rain
If they ceased
will there be misery,indeed?
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