Melanchojoys
Of everyday habits
Small people are smoking
To give up they have it
Love makes us so hungry
In time of leisure
Small people are eating
A fat is false treasure
Love turns the September
In March or in April
And put you in swamp
Right in the center
Don't fall in love
The fall is your fault
Love unintrusively
Envelops with wonder
Until you notice
That you're all in
Love that flits
And left with no choice
Love that splits
Melanchojoys
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