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Route shangri-laMy soul's haven; my solace, the only refreshment my soul takes, oh, how i long for your arrest, because your station is where i find rest, i love it when my heart thump silently under the influece of your violent peace, you're a companion there's no question the reason i have those sober reflections, me plus you equals perfect synergy, little wonder we take trips without itineraries, i pray you never stop to amuse me, dear beloveth music |
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.