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His Love.

His love,

The old one,

In a book,

Which rose from a poem,

But was not found.

His love,

The great one,

Would rock his world,

He would search for it,

But yet it remained unfound.

His love,

A care from the heavens,

Remained untold,

Yet he found his love,

In a writing,

Granting him peace and happiness.

Adios!

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