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Lavendar Gate (Other) by <~>

A place that is ours, but never was Kind hands have stayed the hours here Sounds of the street ascend and fade The one I love lies near I sit at table and think and write And listen to footsteps below The house is settling for the night But still, I seek to know The green-swathed walls of our attic keep Remind me of someone I used to be The church bell tolls each hour anew And now, my dear, I turn to you A fellow journeyman on a quest Our paths have joined, and here we rest

Dark Angle 11-Sep-02/12:36 AM
hmm, boring, journeyman? quest? sounds like too many role playing games?




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