by brian likins   Jul 18, 2005

Once i saw your tender face i knew it could not be that life with out you would mean no harmony and your lips i have not dreamed but of them i shall meet as close embalmed together of the foot steps of your feet but then i will a wake and realize it was just a dream and the thought of your lips could only mean one thing that i could not live with out you today tomorrow or a far and every day i wonder weir you are and when you Finlay realize that your secrets i will keep and just in cask the future your lips that i will meet


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