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A Poem About Love
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From off a hill whose concave womb reowrded A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale, my spiri ts t'attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale, Ere long espied :: a fickle maid fill pale, Tearing papers, breaking rings atwain, Storming her world with love oh wait... t they must begain again.     (( by shakespeare with extra things ))  thanks for all.. :: from Turin, Huwel and Jena The Aldaelon's,