Oh, How we were
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Complete Wed, Jan 11, 2012<5 mins
A poem about A couple in love, she is "high in the clouds" and he is"formed of the soil"
She tells him of her Love, but in the end, their romance is uncovered and they are forbidden to be with eachother.
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