Love and unlove,
Not hate, my dear.
All good, all ours,
We all understood.
Round and round
We moved, though,
We thinked under care
And also under uncared.
And we live here
Making fresh association
With different
Temperaments that
Suits us both in holes,
And on the top of hills.
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