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Because you are breathing
Together with me
Today i am writing
These words for thee

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Lilac, oh lilac
Young & wise
Though you have beauty accurate
You never despise
The devoted loving hand
Of your servant poet
Painting without end
Your figure perfect

For you smell of joy
And of tenderness indeed
Every year you soil
All the poet shall need
In the darkest hours of wintertime
Far behind, far ahead
Your existence so bright
He'll cherish your mem'ry undead

This is how, oddest tree !
You ever-last beyond the grave
Time dug near the craddle for thee
Whose fragilty makes the poet brave

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Brave, indeed, i feel
Sitting next to you
Bathing in your breeze
Giving in to you




05.2010