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Like the petal falls off the dried flower,
Our lives once will decay,
As the days will mould into years of eternity,
Oh lord! Thee bless our hearts,
Shan't ne'er be condemned
Thou twine our souls
In a bond,unbreakable.
And with the lapse of time,
Our bones shall wither away as dust,
But the love of ours,
Shall be remembered forevermore,
As us be known as martyrs of love.
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Serenade✔
Poesia"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
