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The Tale Of A Tree*I want to be a tree... reaching high up into your heaven... rooting deep into your heart...*
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Jun 30, 2012
****** ROMANCECall it a curse, whatever / It hurts me so good / I'm trapped between good and bad
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Feb 16, 2012
The Lovely StreamEnjoyment and love by the water / We, blanketed in the sweet scent of sunset / As the world and daylight sever
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Feb 15, 2012
Our StoryPerfectly touched, intimacy here in this very room you could never wait to rush into, lit only by candles, wrapped up in our winter blanket. / Several glasses of wine to go, and story after story by midnight. / Touch after touch...
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Oct 17, 2011
STOP ME I'M A MANShe says *follow me* / I do like a puppy. / She says *stop*
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Sep 22, 2011
Rock Of FergusWine and cigarettes all i have in vain / But nothing comes close to ease my pain / Winter has frozen my pale fingers
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Aug 23, 2011
The House Of The Dead FairsThe Sycamore trees... They have their own stories... They have seen much... Heard much... Known much... Witnessed much... / The house was built in 1807 by Reuben McFerguson for his irish wife. McFerguson was a retired scottish teacher who moved to Ireland to start a new life. They got married in 1805 in Edinburgh. Living a hard life in Edinburgh they decided to move to Kilkenny. There he built her a house which would later be known as The Sycamore. In 1809, three years after the sudden move, their baby boy was born. The only son they ever had. They named him Aindreas Crióstoir McFerguson (anglicized Andrew Christopher Ferguson). Andy grew into a quiet young man. Two weeks after his / 21st birthday in 1830, his father died of lung cancer. Despite being so young, he had to take the responsibility for taking a good care of the house and his mother. Andy was indeed a good looking young man. His being quiet was considered his *** appeal by many. Nobody knew or even had the slightest idea about his troubled soul.
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Aug 16, 2011
Fionn and MorannI walk my way down the hill / Boys of this town, once so alive and real / Long-expected, so fair and innocent
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Aug 4, 2011
Patrick o' Carrickfergus (repost)*You were the only man i had always wanted to see / Walking down the road to the sea / Swaggering in your new jacket
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Jul 11, 2011
ShadowYou are my shadow... / I can only see you in the dark...
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Apr 25, 2011
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