Breeze with the fragrance of lilacs
You are the breathtaking night
I am smitten like a field of purple lupines
Love is so much wiser than the erudite
Chorus of a drunken Jack Kerouac
I am the wild vine in your forest
Please don't slip away
Oblivion cries like a lonely bridge
Dapper as a thorny iris
Eyes that see the cross
We carry ofne another like storms
The good thief closes his curtain
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