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As the eve sets to weave his tapestry of starry clues,
In the ocean of my vacillating thoughts that I conceive
Dreams wrap me into her cold arms of blues
And endless nostalgic reveries find a way to cleave.
She pops up as she wishes from varying times
To play her conjures that entangled my heart
And creeps into my thoughts like the cold rimes
To freezes my mind to that scanty dart
Where my eyes begin to see that elegant gait
With which she comes and waits for my arms
In the garden we meet every time for a date
And treasure our love that has charms.
She is my love who soothes me with her affectionate presence
And fills my life with love yet today she is far behind those plains and mountains.
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