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I cannot live with you because You became the center of my life And life was over with you When you wanted more, other men Behind t..

Sweet is the swamp of my heart With secrets teasing destiny That I sigh for your departure While another half, celebrates For this is..

My river runs to thee: blue comfort Will you welcome me?I'vewounded My highest leaps, in your embrace Smitten by the gush of life in th..

I meant to have but modest needs But there was you, then came you! Such was I content before you came Before you let me inside of your gr..

A door just opened on the street And it reminded me of you, the sunrise ethereal In the zones of Melbourne, fair and round I knew it ..

Of mines I so little know, this know thyself Is certainly not for me, I am for the other For the India all day and the mirage in you Fo..

Design my hand, on praise and prayers I have nothing which to own, but universals I live off devout melancholy and love In the white ..

Did we love to the end? Bitter sweet, did we? Sucking on the Good tomorrows, as if sweet? Did we find the best, of both and better hemispheres? ..

By miracles that exceed common perception I lay down my line, to extreme degrees Of learning and laughter, maturity in adversity A dr..

Leave me, here in God`s graver divinities I have set my feet upon the path of inner self Do not lie to me, your captain wears another`s clothing..