speak of soft, by eleanor maslen
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So many words fill this head
this beating heart this burning dread.
come with me, walk a while
sit by my side share my smile
Talk to me with lips of pure
touch my soul, your hand of pure
Sing for me, when i leave you still
when yours eyes are closed, at death you kneel.
take the words i speak of soft
when i know now, its you i have lost. |
Posted: 2012-03-06 21:33:12 UTC |
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2012-03-08 01:44:31 | lance |
hey silly i saw u come on by the time i logged on u left you gooofball |