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When I think of you...
Even the dried flowers become....
....more fragrant ??
Even the wild storm become.....
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When I dream of you...........
The sharpen stones on my ways...
.....become shining sands..
The broken pieces of my mind...
.....become glittering stars....
The tiny hut of mine become......
......glazing shrines...
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When I touch you......
The shining dimples in your cheek
.....become golden clues...
The greedy rosy lips become
......shivering peg of wines...
And I can't!!!, I can't tell you more
...... and more, I want to keep....
Those very close to my mind.....
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