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To My Coy Paramour

One year of estrange and abandon; Mingle with sighs and sobs. One year of eager and adore; Overseas and behind the scenes. My soul haunted by thou image, That is not seen before a while; My heart beats up ins and outs; Count thee tidings and footprints. My time is not fleeting as usual; As snake move in the night's shadow. All places cherish thou eagerly; And eyes thee image engross in. Be in touch with my infatuated core; Due to survive and live on thou images.

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