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Hope I, sound not desperate O, tend to my wounds Wish I, thine hand be held Implore I, soothe my pain Two ears that hark! Recounting, recounting Thy mouth, speak of stories For I wish thou be Nightingale to my Heart
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Nightingale to my Heart
Hope I, sound not desperate O, tend to my wounds Wish I, thine hand be held Implore I, soothe my pain Two ears that hark! Recounting, recounting Thy mouth, speak of stories For I wish thou be Nightingale to my Heart
Paolo-garcia
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
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