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    I arrive in a place where poets live, all around me, the avenues smile a Paragon of beauty as Civil Never existed in time eternal. I arrive at a place 'where poets live' I meet a woman 'whose promise and your mercies are worth the pains That your innocent vulnerabilities, Swathed in your appearance of purity-Construed in thoughts of excellent balance, as though you're your own Greenwich village'

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    I arrive in a place where poets live, all around me, the avenues smile a Paragon of beauty as Civil Never existed in time eternal. I arrive at a place 'where poets live' I meet a woman 'whose promise and your mercies are worth the pains That your innocent vulnerabilities, Swathed in your appearance of purity-Construed in thoughts of excellent balance, as though you're your own Greenwich village'

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    Greenwich Village Pomona

    Încărcat de

    AmericanSappho
    I arrive in a place where poets live, all around me, the avenues smile a Paragon of beauty as Civil Never existed in time eternal. I arrive at a place 'where poets live' I meet a woman 'whose promise and your mercies are worth the pains That your innocent vulnerabilities, Swathed in your appearance of purity-Construed in thoughts of excellent balance, as though you're your own Greenwich village'

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    I arrive in a place where poets live, All around me, the avenues smile A Paragon of beauty as Civil Never

    existed in time eternal Pomona your promise and your mercies What more can I say but youre worth the pains That your innocent vulnerabilities, Swathed in your appearance of purity Construed in thoughts of excellent balance, As though youre your own Greenwich village, What more can I say but for all your youth your lack of suspicion or sarcasm, born yesterday as you are yet as green green sunrise green noon green sunset Gawain

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