Vip Lia Mel

Sympathy - the feeling is
Born in one moment,
Sincere at heart;
Are two eyes lit
Well together, united, arrested
In a magical attraction.

Sympathy - are two branches
Bathed good dews
In the garden hoses;
Far sometimes born,
But joining grown
And finally embrace.

Twin souls are two well
That laugh the same laugh,
Who weep at the same woes;
They are voices of two lovers
Two similar liras,
Or two poems alike.

Sympathy - my little angel,
It"s the song of a bird,
It is the sweet aroma of the flower;
Clouds are an August sky d"
It"s what m"inspira your face ...
- Sympathy - is almost love.

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