Steaming and screaming while dreaming
My thoughts were so;
Trying but dying to hell flying
My spirit was low
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Stolen; my thoughts of joy were fallen ‘twere better if I was in a grave tears, flowing in consequent years And no one could my heart could save And up to now for love I crave For to pain am still a slave I loved the flow of your write.
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