My ink
Was nothing
Compared to
Thy love
Never I told
A story, or
Wrote slatefull
Only love
Sprouted
In all thy pages
Pots of love
Hold my pen
In many omnibuses
Was nothing
Compared to
Thy love
Never I told
A story, or
Wrote slatefull
Only love
Sprouted
In all thy pages
Pots of love
Hold my pen
In many omnibuses
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