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I can say not to the West air
As one seems to deem right,
From a man to the one fair
I would dare to write.
For if one drop of the summer rain
Meets one of your pink palms wide open,
And then when love wiggles it as often,
Your heart will cry alive again.
And when flowers & your dress
In this August wind blow
And September shouts to you, Mistress,
You my one, will know.
#ts #ssn #clmr
As one seems to deem right,
From a man to the one fair
I would dare to write.
For if one drop of the summer rain
Meets one of your pink palms wide open,
And then when love wiggles it as often,
Your heart will cry alive again.
And when flowers & your dress
In this August wind blow
And September shouts to you, Mistress,
You my one, will know.
#ts #ssn #clmr