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The virtue of love
Silence crowned with purple clouds
The sky of yesterday back to hover on the look
The lady of the night comes from snow white faces
Feelings, things I can not explain.
Dew gently brings the heat
Red roses exposed to moonlight
Euphoric to exhale sweet fragrance
They know that I suffer for so much love.
And I love your quietness, your anger, your laughter
Your accuracy male to win
Why do so and you know you need.
I love your unique way of being in
As if today was hell and heaven
And I the only one in your soul knows penetrate!
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