Idle poemy thoughts
Come in my sweetheart
come here
come near
the world sleeps in fimbulwinter
but my warm bower is near
Be close my sweetheart
come near
come hear
my rough voice sing songs
quietly into your ear
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Posted on Friday, October 31st, 2003 at 0:00
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