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Monday, September 26, 2011

What is it You Cry for?

Breathing Upon which was given to me
Walking Upon which can be Taken Away
Rushing Upon the Wings of my Ea
I learn, I give, and I take

Ah! Hear Her Groan and Moan,
For Which is Not Hers,

I am So,

Flying to as I Greet Thee
Me and She Smiling
Letting the Wind Behind Ye
Whip like Grain Leaves

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