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After death the era seems Bleak and dreary, Woven around it an aura of mystery. Will I have to repent for my sins, Or will I...
From the moment a child opens its eyes. To the world and its ties: She nurtures it like a steadfast rock, Right from pant to frock....
On my travels such was my plight, Did Gulliver or Passepartout with all their might, Slip in a puddle in broad daylight Were they bait, to...
I love you, my dearest, my cherub, The sunset and sunrise are for me a spectacle & to behold Because of your warmth I do not...
