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Library: The Brook at Drought
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Author: merja
Date:Sep 24 2008
Why does ambition not carry tall grass to the sky
When butterflies carry my dreams up to Heaven?
When wings of gold or copper flames die
Softly, the wind rustles the reeds like dried feathers
I think you should follow your heart,
Shimmering summer is fading like the brook at drought
And once you give up your secrets, only more will come out.
No woman expects a man to hurt her.
Why can't you trust me?
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