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my big fat greek poemTurns po from George Gordon, Lord Byron River, which rollest from the ancient walls, where lives the lady of my love, when it walks from your own verge, and perchance reminds my exascenime'ni and ephemeral memory A: What if it were deep and abundant current your own mirror A of my heart, where it can read the thousand thoughts prodj'dw now in thee, wildy regions as wave yours, and impetuous as your own speed! What i one I say - mirror of my heart? Don't your own waters sweep, dark, and powerful? As my sentiments were and are, you art And as art i'saste my passions longly-lasting. The time can have somehow eximerwme'nos their, no for always inmy big fat greek poem
by ~Angry-crayon
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