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Thursday, April 24, 2014

LOVE MEADOWS

Calling into meadows of love is my wife
While the shadows are waning at dusk 
As the sun sets down, calling to have fun
Musicians unfold their guitars to start their busk
The green grass turns black at night
Moon wades to radiate its light
My love, lying in the grass
Glowing bright under the moonlight
Calls me to hold her tight
The black crows and the white doves
Flew to their nests to make private love
Now it's our time to make love

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