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Pity
Over thee
Drenched me deeply,
And my love showers
Onto thee like a rain
With each drop holding thy face,
And a smile from thy lips hugs me,
That I can never leave thee alone.
So I like to carry thee with me,
In each pace of life I kiss thee,
For I believe in thy love;
I wish I be with thee,
And live like a bee;
Honey is sweet;
Good to taste
For us
Both.
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