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sweet on me, my heart to be, art thy way you need, to reed, to become love you not need to make senc.
but dispose your fear, until your true.
while we are apart think of me, to be your sence,
to make it with love, and tranquillity I see,
ahh
your but a tree, to those always asking, but you just want to find s he, so dose he,
one always sees the book of love, one not need travel far ,but in one mind.
sweet see, sea, I do want to be ,be your heart and want and need,
my love can't be found I wait 10 years for your heart bound. to find you now would be easy. one must wait for her to arrive ,and see she will not leve. and become your friend. I see words don't make it, it's the mind as what I say transcends time.
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick
but dispose your fear, until your true.
while we are apart think of me, to be your sence,
to make it with love, and tranquillity I see,
ahh
your but a tree, to those always asking, but you just want to find s he, so dose he,
one always sees the book of love, one not need travel far ,but in one mind.
sweet see, sea, I do want to be ,be your heart and want and need,
my love can't be found I wait 10 years for your heart bound. to find you now would be easy. one must wait for her to arrive ,and see she will not leve. and become your friend. I see words don't make it, it's the mind as what I say transcends time.
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick
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