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There's really not much
that here my words can say that this heart can beat embrace each fine image that's placed roll upon roll of the vibrancy, the want that here in my little moment Calls forth your name. I seem misplaced at times lost upon you like a fool Casting his lots upon a feeling that strives ever here too, In your eyes Distant sparkles ignite my wants to feel you within my arms smell the aroma of you. The little songs that fill the world captures little, nothing of what here inside burns so constant begs me but another look just one more touch to raise me again to heaven To whisper my souls deep sigh. I find nothing fills me no words , no other thought drifting it seems lost upon that sea of love all I can bear is to call your name. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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