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I can't call you mine, Yet, feelings soothe in the sublime. You sneak in my curtain, Then it left me like a window pane. And as the crow flies, The cozies flee where aches rise. The peaches and cream, Hued into pallor in dim. Pallid and flummoxed, It's okay though it's a hoax. Winds come and go, Breeze, gale, zephyr, and the blow. Even the rains of sour keep on coming back for more. And I'll never stop and go, For it keeps and helps me to grow.
