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Whims

All forms of poetry to seems like mimicking balladry or whims?, I pretend to hide and smile and laugh but is overwhelmed by such a glee, which upon life is following like woods or damn or darn. If I dream that earth is golden, I will surely plan for more wealth and luxury tomorrow. If I dream war or grudge or a kind of confrontation, I will dry or assume that it is a mere ballad of mercury or dead stars?. Yes, sometimes what is like wars must weather or wither behind?.

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