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... Never Questioning Withdrawal in fear a gentle touch Of true belief in thoughts long lost. Climbed the sheer cliff to be with you. Never questioning it's cost. My rumbling heart held in God's loving touch To live with you, to be with you, to hold you such. All time is yours master mistress I prepare To wash my hands and face to hold you dear. In a fragile space where I see your angle face The stallions run through a nectar sweet A place safe from fear, you stand intimate there. Angles cherish your love, holding gently your hair. Take me now, all that I am, Broken in pieces, I plead for your hand. No peace is left, without you, that I've met. This place where warm sun shine arms me in wealth. You make me fortunate; Pretty woman you are my sun.
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