Verily thus it is straight, I cannot tarry or be any other way him to be.
And not be able to go to bed and go to bed with out you to me.
Bushes under trees with such cedar wood, which has purple heart,
the hand where I was, to near to your chest, beats your art.
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When I am loved.
Do I say to you, love me, he loves me and with you in me.
Some one I know, that you loved.
Because you won't show me, two people love me.
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Perhaps it is the shape of your breasts.
The deep cleft of the why, some never can have.
The sky blue eyes, maybe green like you do.
Well muscled legs leading hips dance that move.
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When the eye of the storm it seems not to important,
and with some one else it he she does.
Abandon him your husband for he can not speak.
To you of the things like this, for you so easily that I do.
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When It is the light and it touches yours the eye.
Come morning over the high bright sky is one hill.
I who am he asks of she to look ahead to where the road,
has turned around it and it directly upon behind it began.
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She caused me to lose my thoughts of absolution.
Total self denial, her mind mine controls.
Running off,
I dumped it deep within the shaking moon.
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Where Is It not, to you visibly pleasant?
The blue earth, life is it's wealth.
Swollen, bottom the top is not heavy.
The sky is as the sea, it starts it stops where?
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To wit, therein, forthwith, moreover is posthaste, saith I, to you I pray.
And I, who am full in the state and why by they, do I worry so.
Come Judge of discernment and take up thy cause,
which by your good grace and fortune is by your hand thine.
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