The Blood Of Love
By curse
twenty years ago tonight my darling made up these kisses in our minds babies we are always the realm of time made up this cry lonely in our stars, we were into the heart the blood of love twenty souls ago this life from the born heart imagine our song and what is to smile have ever made up the kiss the chant of our mind was it a hand close ours ? which one was yours in mine ? how much times the song ? babies we are always the realm of time into the heart the blood of love Near dream, near art from the strong else life mime the laugh from the magic which is about strange looks of souls maybe you in mine maybe i you cry babies we are always the realm of time into the heart the blood of love only twenty steps ago the top my sweet dream the perfection is not ninety-nine pieces the one we cry from the dawn we born the old chant of soul that's only in our minds and the world goes on the times turn, turn gentil, away the songs babies we are always the realm of time into the heart the blood of love Written September 30th, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 12:22 AM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"twenty years ago tonight..."