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Apr 2019
Oh, all the miles
that lie between us
how I hate them with such a passion!
Oh, what miles I would travel
down dark and ****** paths
just to hold you in my arms.
Oh, the mile I would walk
till my feet were ****** and raw.
Oh, how it seems
that you have lived for ever in my dreams
and I awake intoxicated
and wanting more
of all your love
and all your charms.
Oh, how you are like a Gothic angle
so dark and mysterious and lovely.
Oh, so like an angle
I cannot find the words to tell!
Oh, there is no pain so great
or sea so wide
that shall keep my way from you.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
143
   Fawn
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