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Property of other

To some extent I would have died,
Since you frankly denied,
To accept me your fellow.
The wounded heart was then taken,
Cared, nursed, loved and kissed,
Through all moments it’s prosperity was wished,
By someone whom I never liked,
Though in the charming solitary meadow.

Now if you seek a corner in this heart,
Tell me how can I lend you the property of other?


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