How can such beauty walk the earth, without flowers growing forth were she steps? Her voice is as sweetest nectar to my ears, her eyes everchanging; At one time serene mountain pools, to gaze at them is to be lost in most delightful reverie, at another intensely blazing blue crystals, that could out-stare the sun. And she's mine, all MINE! Muhahahahaha!!!
Sunday, 18 September 2005
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