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Sweet Wonderful Passion
I sleep,You are in my dreams.In waking,You are the tepidnesswithin the SunriseYou are the gentlenessof the morning dewCaressing my heart,Sweet perfume as a roseupon my Soul. When You were a stranger,Such thoughts were foreign to me,My sleep was turbulent and darkMornings rushed swiftly byAnd the rose hidits sweet fragrance. Read next feature >
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