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I wrote a love poem, a long time ago; It was a sonnet for my valentine. It's funny now reading it back, Even though the thing does flow, With reading each simpering little line, I find my heart grows black.
Love recalled is not love saved. When the love you had Costs you the love today. Had I not been enslaved, And without memories sad, Then I might have more love to say.
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Jaguar, jaguar, running light, Along dark roads in the night; Her little mortal hand and eyes
Framed your fearful symmetry.
On my window sill you sit, How did she make you submit? Why did she create that lock? What's it like in that clear box?
And what reason, and what rhyme?
Led her to stop you for all time?
And if your heart began to beat,
Would you run on circle feet?
Would you be free? Could you see? What you always meant to me? Could you run? Could you flee
Down dark roads in memory?
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