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I'm waiting by my log fire while the hours fly by, while the stars during countless nights fly in a spry, I'm waiting for a woman from routes afar - the one putting my doubts and fears on par. I imagined a wandering snowy flower and dreamed of a tremulous, mocking laughter, I hoped I would see my beloved come this hour, through woods, across moors a snowy night so sought after. Happily, I wanted my dream to hands bear through the brush over there where my cabin stands mere; and raising a joyful shout to the lady: Welcome you, without you, everything has been so hazy! I'm waiting by my kiln hours while suffering while the woods singing and the skies go. I'm waiting for a wanderer from routes far to show - my beloved, the love who about I am stuttering.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Hours Fly By
I'm waiting by my log fire while the hours fly by, while the stars during countless nights fly in a spry, I'm waiting for a woman from routes afar - the one putting my doubts and fears on par. I imagined a wandering snowy flower and dreamed of a tremulous, mocking laughter, I hoped I would see my beloved come this hour, through woods, across moors a snowy night so sought after. Happily, I wanted my dream to hands bear through the brush over there where my cabin stands mere; and raising a joyful shout to the lady: Welcome you, without you, everything has been so hazy! I'm waiting by my kiln hours while suffering while the woods singing and the skies go. I'm waiting for a wanderer from routes far to show - my beloved, the love who about I am stuttering.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
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