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Which mouth tells,
ringing out bells,
a man or woman,
you or some one.
She lets out her grief,
thru poems in brief.
In turmoil I'm drowning
the rest gazes at me frowning.
Crime hasn't done, yet punished.
From your love you banished.
The spirit of a few seem known.
One in many is warming my bone.
All seasons go to be one with you.
Where you are I know, as before I knew.
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