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Friendship often turns to love,
Love to devotion and heart’s fire,
In burning furnace tire to tire,
It is beauty’s strange wildness,
A lady’s pity and her grace.
But the station demands soul’s touch,
The lover’s ration, wants much,
But the blacksmith fails to quench,
Both of the two wish to jump the fence.
Trespasser’s prosecution here is forbidden,
The outlawed heart, has ever ridden,
But the destination is glimmering verge,
The moment begets the heaven as they merge.
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