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Unformatted text preview: . A willow branch is in her hands. A feverish blush , Dances on her cheeks, . Dances on her cheeks. , The sacred moment is near, , The shadow of the loving face, And in a instant all goes quiet , In their longing hearts, . In their longing hearts. ? Who are they and what do they want? . Just to drink and drink sweet poison. Until morning, having embraced tightly, . They will just stand there. . 1995 T.J. Garza 2009...
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- Spring '09