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The Lady in Red Satin sits before me, Asks me, “Dear, how long is it going to be? Before I lock lips with you in eternal glee, And we run away from this place, wild and free? ” Her lips are sure luscious, as juicy as can be, But I keep my restraint and tell her, “Not now Honey, Because this place is so beautiful, it has lots that I haven’t seen, I have dreams too to reach, can’t you just see? ” She frowns at this, says, “I’ve been waiting for long, For a kiss from you, from the day you were born. I’ve been with you, my dear, all through your life, All through your strives, like a faithful wife” “I know that, my dear, don’t you worry”, I say, “I’ll come to your arms, and sleep in it one day. But for now, the only thing I can say, Is that, I have dreams to reach, that I cannot cast away.' I stop talking to her and resume chasing my dreams, This lady is impatient; she can’t wait for long it seems, So I treat each day, as if it were my only day, Because, this lady named Death, could kiss me any day
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
The Lady in Red Satin
The Lady in Red Satin sits before me, Asks me, “Dear, how long is it going to be? Before I lock lips with you in eternal glee, And we run away from this place, wild and free? ” Her lips are sure luscious, as juicy as can be, But I keep my restraint and tell her, “Not now Honey, Because this place is so beautiful, it has lots that I haven’t seen, I have dreams too to reach, can’t you just see? ” She frowns at this, says, “I’ve been waiting for long, For a kiss from you, from the day you were born. I’ve been with you, my dear, all through your life, All through your strives, like a faithful wife” “I know that, my dear, don’t you worry”, I say, “I’ll come to your arms, and sleep in it one day. But for now, the only thing I can say, Is that, I have dreams to reach, that I cannot cast away.' I stop talking to her and resume chasing my dreams, This lady is impatient; she can’t wait for long it seems, So I treat each day, as if it were my only day, Because, this lady named Death, could kiss me any day
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
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