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Monday, 2 April 2012

Wild nights by Emily Dickinson


Wild nights,Wild nights..
Were I with thee..
Wild nights should be..
Our luxury..!

Futile the winds..
To a heart in port..
Done with the compass..
Done with the chart..!

Rowing in Eden..
Ah! the sea..
Might i but moor..
Tonight in thee...!!

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