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Dane Marks
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Ram Mehta
The year 2000 about to done with,
Atlantic Ocean divides us,
Now around me the snow falls.
If I could see you in months,
I shall turn the months in snowballs.
All January will sever me,
A step more- February will brush,
March will bring you closer,
Spring will remind me of you,
May-wreaths will bind me,
Denmark not far away in June.
How would it be?
After such a long wait,
How would I greet thee?
With silence and tears!
My left hand under my head,
And the right will caress you,
You be a window flower,
I be your summer breeze.
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