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Allthepacas Nov 2014
When does the mocking-bird fly,
during dawn, day, dusk, or night?
Far away, hear children weep,
only to be seen in the deepest of sleep.
And, when the hour is almost neigh,
when the chill of death draws near,
none shall hear your fearful cry,
for shadows claim all.
Allthepacas Nov 2014
Love as true as,
A flower,
Burning brighter,
Than the sun.
A love that surpasses,
All.

And as our love flies,
Ever higher,
It intensifies.
That is what I desire.
Allthepacas Nov 2014
Love is a promise,
Meant to be broken,
A mystery.

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