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Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Love ! you dealt a bitter blow ,,
you lay me cross the mortal plains ,,
bedewed ,,  bedimmed amongst a show ,,
of tearful clouds ,, eternal rains ,,
to weep at my enduring  foe .

Of harsh reality ,, searing pains of
destiny ,, dependable propensity ,,
to fool myself repeatedly ,,
that i could ever triump over love .