IX- Impossible

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I felt that I should stand henceforth by the shadow;

Go from me, for shall I've taken the heaven and earth for you.

But, you were so high that I can't

bare to reached you.

Above the starry sky; I've wondered how am I able to get unto the carpet your riding now.

Thou; Indeed this love is a matter to boast.

From breast to brow, doth crowned me thorns that pulls my soul backwards.

And the spirit between us, is unable to reach cupid's arrow.

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