Glover, lover, over!
And, it is now over;
Because of the hatred in you.
Love!
It will keep me alive;
But, i need to control my mind.
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It will keep me alive;
But, i need to control my ways.
Glover, lover, over!
And, you were gone in the thin air;
Never to be seen again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem