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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
151
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