I caressed her lips with the succulence of the rose dew moisture and she said yes – always.
I caressed her lips with the succulence of the rose dew moisture and she said yes – always.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow– It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, …
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