Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Sometimes I Think Comments

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Sometimes I think; I would not categorize myself as a mood of sour;
That your love hath been so steady and sweet; just not long ago,
A fountain coming down from mountains heights;  a migrating bird at winter cold,  at my door,
That your love mainly goal was to haste to peeks and keep flow
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