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my sweet and lovely bird now flew away when heavy rain poured and strong wind swirled under a leaf-less tree she used to sit on alone I cried in my shattered world
whoever says that love is blind is blind. love cringes when seeing man who are broke: her eyes look aside, her hand on reins she waits for gold to roll under her yoke
as withered autumn heralds sapless winter no one will remember this tiger\'s paws by the time flowers bloom in next spring only left pieces of his broken claws
what is love? time has given so much clue it\'s in poor men\'s heart and rich men\'s shoe
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