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Rich

I dreamed of a white rose
when the sun arose
in the fields.
You came near, held my hand
under the beaming sun
and i became rich.

I was happy and
felt lucky
everything seemed accomplished
in your arms
Hope that you copy well
with whatever comes.

[9th of October 2015]

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