By the river of dreams
Asleep like a dove in the sand
Be gentle and wait
Find a reason worthwhile religion
I long for you my sweet darling
Summer flows like a wounded deer
I am too tired to write
Maybe hope will come tomorrow
I am drained of seeking for love
Flamboyant poems sicken me
Flowers from the rich are poison
I guess I want a miracle
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