who wounds my heart my house is in the woods, clew; I will not see you stopping there my little house weeping still, inside the sleeping to stop wind and rain without a rope between you and me; or you and her to watch her wounds through my wounds moonlight lies over the woods and tombs after the darkest evening of the life he lives in his life; gives a line to this poem; asks, is there a some mistake the sound of his sound; breaks this bound of wind bird and black butterfly; try to fly at same time the wounds are woods, dark and deep, but I have prepared for you; without promises to keep, empty pond, with flowers, your eyes in the same pond what a colony of thoughts; in a frozen lake one before two; two before one smile before rain; miles go before pain at the end, wind carried wind who wounds my sister's heart? fire in my house; weeping butterfly my wound has spaces; images of your faces no words to end this poem… who stolen some lines of this poem…?
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