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In his heart a golden chair it was a scent but not just any,... her scent filled the air see breeze.. it was jasmine of lady faire his contessa in the wind...singing him.dancing love, and the feet dancing bare, on the sound of his laughter,with the joy of her hair lady fire always hope,lady fire who... Sign in to see full entry.