Better than the thoughts that shared,
Is an Ionic bond, together have blend
Better than the wealth that dreamed,
Are wounds that poors longed to mend.
For her Amsterndam turned to song,
Now's a feeling, all written in poem.
For her tulips that brights at noon,
Is a dream under the moon.
Thoughts have grown all alone.
On daylight of canyon, even strong.
Of two lineage, walking barefoot,
With curved lips, under a Booth
They've builded the perfect dam,
But not for others, but to each of em.
They built it well and made it fine
Til the ray of sun creeped out,
She feels no longer fine.
Of a two being, in the summertime.
Better than the thoughts that shred,
It is then only a matter to be fred.

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