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Feb 2016
The unmistakeable footprints of the Sun
walk all over my soul
just after the shivers down my spine
tell me someone walked over my grave
and no mathematician can formulate
the sacrifice the Moon has made
when shining full for lovers to swoon.
Written by
nivek
336
   Robert C Howard and ---
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