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Mar 9
When the night comes with the moon,
And you shiver by the sound of a loon,
Hold and squeeze me tight,
Let me comfort with divine's light.

When the candles extinguish,
And death arrives to languish,
Let me bear it, if my soul be pure,
And let divinity grant yourย death'sย cure.
Nehal
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Nehal  16/M
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