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| Cold as Night Cold as night, In this heart you will perceive my sorrow, Sorrow of a lonely heart that lay under the love that dies. Within the last love o dream for, My love whispers through the night, Desiring to find his touch. My eyes weeping for the life I�m waiting to expose. My heart tells me lies. As I feel flame burning in his soul, I can�t tell this love good-bye. Even though I feel so cold, And my dreams are at ends, My whisper will lay silent in my true love�s arms. Just he can quench my passion of the fire that is wet though the tears. And he will discontinue the breath of my cold black heart, And lay me warm to the touch of his Dreams and Kisses. My heart will drip white as a sun that shines in my midnight. By, Deborah Rose Tellor |
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