The Black & White Poet

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There's been some changes
in the oasis
even in the quantity of devils
and the quantity of angels that come and go
your love is breathing on the gardens daily
and this fresh essence is replenishing
new fruit grows amongst the willows
and the sweet melodies are softly filling space
the grave still exist yes, the past is still present, yes
but my future has been purified
and both wisdom and knowledge claim this land

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