I met the sun one night
Off his shift
Sitting in a delicatessen.
Oh, I forgotten to mention,
The sun at night
Looks just like a regular person.
He was drinking some tea
All by himself,
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Two Lovers in Sweden, Poetry by Karly Noelle Bacci
You told me tales of Sweden
A land far from my own
a life fulfilling nature’s worth
with love that in gilded forests grow
and to the morrow we shall face our fate
our one last meeting, of eternal embrace.
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