Stolen From an old dream. How shall I tell this when you are So close, when once we were afar. How doth thou sweetly so appease That which I would fain to ease. How did we find, pray tell me now We found this place, I know not how You tell me as I touch your hand. Things happen that cannot be... Sign in to see full entry.
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