changes it always,
marvellous to her satisfaction,
lives it single, claims it wisdom,
she turns abound, makes it round,
pride creeps no further..
sweet melodies in the chill,
ready for exchange of papers-day,
refute to settle in vows,
swept clean by technology
she crawls to her touch..
brownish set of day..
she marvels for her touch,
sparks all new to kill,
drowns all to greed,
keeps her touch closer..
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