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I quiver til I shake, I tremble, But won't break, When approaching you. My heart, I won't foresake, You'll not know my mistake, Although my ground will quake, When I'm nearing you. You see, I will retake The joys, not my heartache, The day I drive the stake Deep inside of you; And finish building the fence To separate we two.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
The Stakes Are High
I quiver til I shake, I tremble, But won't break, When approaching you. My heart, I won't foresake, You'll not know my mistake, Although my ground will quake, When I'm nearing you. You see, I will retake The joys, not my heartache, The day I drive the stake Deep inside of you; And finish building the fence To separate we two.
francie-lynch
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
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