These tulips entwined in an orchard falling on hems too in your simple hearthrobs, as it does in the seconds of time and as you sit by myside, one waits for dusk in travails, One shivers are cold from nightmares in dark sheaves, depths in our doubtful idyllic paint caresses one dark fervent soul. Amen.
These tulips entwined in an orchard falling on hems too in your simple hearthrobs, as it does in the seconds of time and as you sit by myside, one waits for dusk in travails,
One shivers are cold from nightmares in dark sheaves, depths in our doubtful idyllic paint caresses one dark fervent soul. Amen.
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