Sometimes,she be the cruelest of the cruels,
such be the meadows of her moods by and by the seasons .
When by rain,she's the cornucopia of aromatic love ,the dew touches the hearts .
She forgets but I blame not since she forgets to forgive .
A widow, forever in white who married not ever even
Decades later she goes such
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 5:08 AM UTC
Sometimes,she be the cruelest of the cruels,
such be the meadows of her moods by and by the seasons .
When by rain,she's the cornucopia of aromatic love ,the dew touches the hearts .
She forgets but I blame not since she forgets to forgive .
A widow, forever in white who married not ever even
Decades later she goes such
Similar and similar
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