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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer


Why should my love be afraid? She'll come to no harm, Even in my death, my tears will keep her warm.
We've all heard of Adam's fall from grace, But without her hearing a word, I left her place.
Her grandeur would be clearly revealed, If my garden's scent in her path was unsealed.
If a letter must be written to her, let it come only from me, As morning breaks, and I leave her street silently.
In love, there's no line between life and death, I live just to see her, for whom I use my every breath.
Where's the tavern door, and where's the preacher's song? Yesterday she walked this path, and I followed along.

— Curious Observer

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