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The Dove of pristine eyes,
Knows no form of lies,
Dews of love united
Left shore- Delighted.

Lacrimones* worked extra too much
Flow of feel gave extra too grudge

Rain drops are celestial
How her eyes had it's custody
OH!
That drop!
Why it left it's adobe.
Those beautiful eyes are beyond above
The trail on her cheeks it left,
Left behind epics of pain.

The heartfelt feelings
It could drain,
I wish I were the sea
Which embraces the rivers
And drops to end the suffering train.





*Lacrimones glands

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