love is loking at coloured flora for ten minutes,
All the flora the bottany, relaxing in front of a fire in a green field.
thse are better things to contemplate, than the death day of empires, the swoon of imogen,
reflected images, are allegorical
love is a fountain, to look at, the stars to reach, casiopea, casandra, andromeda, in the milky wsy babys are created, we are indolent ther full of love
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