Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Voice

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Thursday, May 23, 2013

The Voice

Slipper soft, he sang her song Barely louder than a sigh But with the passion of a lover Who cannot be delayed. He listened and he sang along But not loud enough to try And drown the voice of any other Yet when other singers began to fade His was the voice that always stayed. Sign in to see full entry.

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