| Guest_misty_* |
Apr 07, 2006, 02:35 AM
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Let down your flame-red hair, come sit by me,
remain awhile, the fire is bright and warm. Chill night will soon withdraw and bring the dawn and you'll be gone, and I'll no longer see your face, or hearken to your sweeten'd voice, the strains of days mean nothing to my ears; they hold no sway in challenging my fears and my anxieties, you are my choice. Abide my sweet and be my heart's desire; sing softly, raise my soul on angel's wing and fly with me to everlasting spring where we shall be press'd close in passion's fire. |
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| supani123 |
Apr 07, 2006, 02:53 AM
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God ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Basic Member Posts: 1947 Joined: Nov 28, 2004 From: Guntur, Andhra Pradesh, India. Member No.: 4092 |
DEAR MISTY
JUICY SUPANI |
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