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The balmy breeze wafted over the prairie, Where yellow cowslips huddled in patches. And here and there I heard a whisper echoing: Love her, love her, love her. But she seemed deaf and preferred the wounded wind. How easy it was to forget and never recapture All my wistful whisper, I would always love you. Those sweet nothings of past affections. We no longer trudged the path made up for two. Forgotten were those bygone days When we believed that thistledown tufts Were really friendly fairies in disguise. Thus she escaped my clutches And like a unicorn disappearing in an eclipse, I headed for a dull and empty living Blaming her uselessly for I still loved her. Weren't we the product of our time? We slammed the doors of love in our own faces, Building woeful walls around us Painting it with a tinge of misunderstanding, When we could lead such a colorful life, Giving our hearts a chance, Laughing at ourselves..... And sending a whisper, a woeful whisper to the moon above. Placed First
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