Talk to me friendly,
And as though we have met.
The angels are giggling,
And some without regret.
Talk to me tongue tied,
Or till blue in the face,
Hand in hand converse,
Thougts in embrace.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC
Talk to me friendly,
And as though we have met.
The angels are giggling,
And some without regret.
Talk to me tongue tied,
Or till blue in the face,
Hand in hand converse,
Thougts in embrace.
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