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| Thine lips the firey embers of my soul. Through which only the deepset hearts flow. Your eyes the light of the forest. And the sun and stars in her touch. The amber glow like silken moonlight, Through golden grain flows thine hair. The wild orchids flower deep for thy soul. and the sunset saddles slowly on the visage. But even as the day ends, The moonlight flows like springtime rain. And As I sit by thee my lovely angel. I wonder what feline grace did bless thee so. For winter wind cold breath could never freeze. The truest warms within thy heart. |
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