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- mein english teacher -
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Saturday, November 07, 2009
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I'd blame the richness in her voice
On love she'd borne for many days
On love that struck her suddenly
And never left her with a choice.
I'd blame the warmth strung through her smile
A jocular vein, a rugged style
Of happiness, which still exudes
Though her love has gone, and won't regress.
I'd blame the sweetness in her eyes
On hazy nights, and fireflies
Drifting through the daybreak view
Of someone whom she fondly knew.
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