Burning In Love Was I Bright
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What a storming flight
Oh this love turned out to be!
Burning was I bright,
And she poured water on me;
Making smoke of me
That blew me up to my plight,
Down when breeze brought me.
And not in her heart,
Far and quite apart,
Pedestal where she put me,
A bust of fine art,
Alive, a ghost out of me!
What a storming flight
Oh this love turned out to be!
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Musings | 46.02.2019 |
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