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you and your leafless bare tree as if a painting of poesy. witnessing a thousand years of pain, And betrayals of lonely lovers, your burning heart when you bare, It falls like the dream of spring within the contemplation of a wordsmith. 255
GloMag GloMagApril2020 | Page 254
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