Classic poem of the day
Dear lovely Death
That taketh all things under wing—
Never to kill—
Only to change
Into some other thing
This suffering flesh,
To make it either more or less,
But not again the same—
Dear lovely Death,
Change is thy other name.
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Sad, sullen the sun rises, Thoughts of deprivation surmises. Oh! He missed his beloved again, Next morning, he'll see her then. Star studded the nocturnal might, She compromises that all she lied. 'what he will think of this all, When he'll miss me at early dawn.' The rising sun saw gleaming gifts, Her tears crowded the floral rifts. Her face reflects in pearly dews, Paying for her unfaithful dues. Snapped open her dusky eyes, Heard patiently the Lycan cries. 'oh, if on......
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