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| My Dear Lance is what I write, on this clear, bright, starry night. Will you ride into the castle to see me tonight, with your words of love, your gestures so right? I hear your words so softly spoken, your twinkling eyes, your smile unbroken. Oh my dear Lance, if these castle walls could only speak, they would convey to you these words I seek. I love you truly and want you so much, please ride in tonight..I've got a hunch... Copyright 2003.Jamie Mallinson |
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