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Shall I give you?
The blossoms
Of madness!
Of ecstasy!
Needn't worry,
I'll keep the thorns of pain '
Away from your heart.
And I'll try
To keep you smiling
With serenades - incomplete and
With dramas - absurd.
Let's party'
Between the jingoistic compassions and
Sarcastic confessions
Between death and suicide.
I wish, if we could fly together like cuckoos
And share the agony of leaves-
Fallen in the wind of time...
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