No.4
1/27/2004
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Sure am I that this fair mode can supply One full measure of opiated zone. Gone, you -- on words thought/writ do I rely. So enter me. Mine soul and heart's alone. Whether t'is you or I is small import, For inside us both lives the tome, our love Hath writ. In those pages I must resort. Though paper absent, I read from above. In my mind the love does mist forever And always, soothing my facial design. Thee and I shall keep from the remover That which shall be protected from decline. ....You know me, and I know you. Our mated..... ... Souls do twine, till reach we our hour fated.