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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