deep down in love's vale
the thrushes song captures the
perfection of dawn
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deep down in love's vale
the thrushes song captures the
perfection of dawn
deep down in love's vale
I cut and bleed, all alone
voices sting my heart.
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Being "un-poetic"... Can't think of anything! :(
perfection of dawn
Is cruel for lovers apart
gazing stars all night
voices sting my heart
in the dead of ugly night
when you are away
when you are away
I dance into the night with
memories of you
memories of you
are like Oxygen to me
Enter me, my dear.
am sorry for erroneous manipulation of keyboard !!
memories of you
are like Oxygen to me
Enter me, my dear.;)
Enter me, my dear.
Bend me over the chair, don't
wait for permission.
wait for permission
impossible! with you there
bent over the chair
bent over the chair
she is waiting for something
wonderful to start
Wonderful to start,
but depressing by the end:
Impotence is tough.
wonderful to start
seemed there was no end to it
until the chair broke !
Impotence is tough
it is the death of pleasure
you better watch out !
until the chair broke
she was lost in a moment
of pure ecstasy
of pure ecstasy
she died on the chair and said
I love you, darling.
you better watch out
you better not cry you bet-
ter not pout, I'm tell-
ing you why, Santa
Clause is coming to town! (I'm
so sorry for this.)