troebadoer: | Zaterdag, juni 10, 2006 17:30 |
In a secret valley of my restless mind I saw a noble woman, sweet and kind Rare gifts she scattered As trough these woods she passed apace Turning as on she sped And clothing every place With loveliest reflection of her face |
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Auteur: faced down to the sky | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2006 | ||
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