Lady Marion
By japrile
Marion, lady Marion, are you still stalking those twelve lost tribes with your father's flock of venetian scribes. Marion, lady Marion, are you still ensnared in the fabric of fear the weaver made for you to deftly conceal the childhood tears. Marion, lady Marion, cities can not contain you, will no man ever restrain you, Marion, lady Marion. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 10:39 AM PST 0 • 8
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