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Oh lady! Too much affection for thee, A pervert intoxicate are surely thine; How cruel thou are unwanting me, Yet thou still my valentine.
I'm standing firm and uphold my love, Even though my heart are wrung and repined; My final high as trembling dove, Too exhausting to be my valentine.
This love affect me no more, Alter my vows into tasteless wine; I'm not the companion thou adore, Farewell to thee my valentine!
Instalasi Sastra
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Wednesday, March 16, 2005 |
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