At the acme of mind bird's flight,
up on the pinnacle of dark night,
my true love, the lone star, sheds radiance,
without her, my life would be a dawnless stormy night.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
At the acme of mind bird's flight,
up on the pinnacle of dark night,
my true love, the lone star, sheds radiance,
without her, my life would be a dawnless stormy night.
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