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When
Love
Is not
Madness
It
Is not
Love
In
The curves
And bends
Of the Path
Of every poem
There is
A purpose
I
Love
You
With
My
Soul
   .
Soul
Never
Stops
Or
Forgets
The breeze
At dawn
Has
Secrets
To tell you
Don't go back
To sleep
The rose
And
The thorn
Sorrow
And
Gladness
Are
Linked
Together
I
Have
A
Red house
Dedicated to you
The
Words
You
Speak
Become
The
House
You
Live
In
I
Am
A
Word
And
You
Are
Poetry
Material
By
Heart
Look
Once
Again
For
The answer
Inside
Your
  Question
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