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Nov 2014
A symphony of misery is played each time I hear our song
A ballad of love, unseen,  precious love.
Oh, my little dove
Oh my king
It makes me want to sing
quietly to myself
Just so you won't
or Cant
Hear me.
Luna Elora
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Luna Elora
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