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Feb 2014
She does not weep
From the sadness she bares
In her eyes you will see
What she's made of.

When she spanked all her fears
From the day that she knew
All the pleasure she seeked
Was unreal.

Can you take me again
To the place that we met
Where a good company
Is what you're needing

All the rules that you broke
Was all gone with the wind
All that left was a joke
In our memories

Til' the last drop of wine
Slipping inside your throat
Then you'll realize this love
Fades never.

When you've thought it's the end,
And you're ready to leave.
You'll be finding yourself
Back to the start.
Jowlough
Written by
Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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   James Jarrett
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