Sun parched land is now green. Patterned parquet looks again, A
particoloured face it has got. At pat she arrived for his heart to
heal. He knows not of cries now Nor shall sorrows touch him, As
surrounded is he by all elements Of delighted hands that now holds.
Demise can never call them Nor they know its name. Hollyhock shall
be all around them With beauty of holly to charm them, Not so far
the world knows Splendid of it holds. High, so high not to the
reach, The cool breeze that takes it by, Garish link has held them
tight, No margin dares to stand by. Potent beauty, a firm touches
The immortal feeling of heart Their hand caught around by shackle
Never to leave a long distance away. Crumple may get on face But,
but no deviation shall occur in line.
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