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[Introduction]
Okay you asked for it 
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 Stormy Lady  With every droplet of rain falling New life's blooming in the ground With every soft voice that's calling There is a feeling of love all around MOO for President The birds sing the melodies heavily resonating notes of desire Sounds emanate from the highest trees as the sky is lit by the burning pyre. Stormy Lady Whistling winds of temptation racing through the darkened sky Roaring thunder a soothing sensation as bright flashes of light streak by MOO for President Coarsing through the winds of deception are the cobwebs of your windswept mind. The mind's "yes" is the hearts tribulation, these desires will pass in time. Stormy Lady Raging storms outside the windows, lovers ready to plant new seeds. Emotions soar as the wind blows, hearts fill with wants and needs. MOO for President from these desolate seeds no life will sow, a heart entwined in barriers grows old the young may not know what only love knows but without the seed of affection one is cold. Stormy Lady With the passing of the seasons Our affections lose their reasons Love traded for a comfort we rely on Our passions for each other long gone. © Copyright 2003 Stormy Lady, MOO for President, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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