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EXQUISITE OUR KISSES
Exquisite our kisses by midnight's moon they turn the heart like the voice to the ear the years of my youth, they went by too soon but the days of our future are dearer than dear. Long is the longing that lingers unseen the following footsteps of that which we crave hid in the corners to wake like a dream when twilight is ripe and illumines the stage. Sometimes I see through the hallways of trees the marching of spirits lovely and free but every moment there presses the need to loose through the binding, what giving receives. |