Core Deep

Member since 2003 · Posted 22 Aug 2005 · 0 comments

If all the fate Of all your fancy Sets my heart to loving chances What then Can I hope to gain When only chancing loves remain I see it now That all our folly Comes to pass with what it may Heavy fears That have us turning If for long our love stays burning Set me out Far on my way Dry my eyes if they are teary Only this For what I'm reaching Finds itself in what I'm leeching

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