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" Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my Desire " John Keats
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Sleep

Off to dreams of lovely things,
Where angels and puppy dogs roam,
Where the soul can cry to the mind's content,
And rest comes,
To the aching bones.


© 1998 Marisela W.
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