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| Lay Your Hands I never felt your hands upon my flesh, Or the sweet kisses from your lips. You ne'er showed me love. You just let it go by like the north wind. I thought you were the king of my night. My dreams were dreamless. I was just a whisper throughout the dark and lonely night. It�s like my life never had day. I was a life that killed for the sun. Without a sound, This heart that was left in the darkness of the shadows With a hand that has never touched upon a chest, Will shiver within the dirt. My Dear Love, My heart is all I have to give. Not even I could touch this soul of mine. Lay your hand down where I can feel the evasiveness of your life. By Deborah Rose Tellor |
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