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A dream, or a vision, or a remembrance from another time and place...
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The visitors stroll the Royal Garden;Admiringthe Rose, they stop-to praise its heavenly scent,discuss its radiant beauty,compose haiku to its brillian..
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Tonight I walkAnd think of you;Crisp chant of frosted grassBeneath my feetAnd iced moon aboveLighting my path.My breath plumes forthAnd on I stroll, L..
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No green leaves, only dry, grey brushCrackling fingers make supplication to a pitiless winter skyin vain.In the vacant lot stretched out to the rightt..
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