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Emille Fergusson May 2015
Love is far;
out my hands reach
For the love I yearn
i cannot see.
A sorrow burdens my mind
Its a maiden
that I have seen.

She’s wel courted
And well loved

She walked by
with a fraise
plucked the sun
right Out my day.

I cannot stand live anymore

Love loves the beloved ones
and I have yet to be Loved.

— The End —