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The Empyrean |
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Go with me down this solemn path of life Go with me up this hill to view the sea where otters play. You, my wife. I full of dreams--and of strife, Go with me. Promise me It won't end too soon. Will you promise me you'll hold my hand--follow me if the warm breeze stops? I have a place lit with fire for you. Promise me. Look at me. Kiss me on the lips and then look at me. --Sorry sight, a sight to see: restless, aching, longing. When all to say has been said, then look at me. (Love, true Love) (Love true. Love) (Love true Love) © 2002 by daniel ml. All rights reserved. |
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