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Where Your Flame Burns

Where Your Flame Burns It was one of those cold gloomy November days When I went seek for sun that was no longer there Rain as if autumn's tears streamed down my face While playful wind joined me to stroke my hair I walked up the path to the cemetary hill Entered solitude's gardens where white lilies bloomed To embrace spirits of those who slept still Lulled by the pure sacred flower's perfume There he was standing half-hidden in mist Soon he came close with a single rose red The kiss that followed I could not resist He pressed my palm against his chest and then said: "Darling, here burns the flame that will light up the sky For

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Where Your Flame Burns

Where Your Flame Burns It was one of those cold gloomy November days When I went seek for sun that was no longer there Rain as if autumn's tears streamed down my face While playful wind joined me to stroke my hair I walked up the path to the cemetary hill Entered solitude's gardens where white lilies bloomed To embrace spirits of those who slept still Lulled by the pure sacred flower's perfume There he was standing half-hidden in mist Soon he came close with a single rose red The kiss that followed I could not resist He pressed my palm against his chest and then said: "Darling, here burns the flame that will light up the sky For

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Seas In A Shell

Seas In A Shell Oh what to tell The sweetest smell That makes one yearn and crave A silver bell Heaven to dwell Kept in heart's secret cave Earth and skies mell Beyond the veil Hear words cast and be brave The Cupid's spell In love you fell Now may you be her slave No sound of hail With petals frail The road to her is paved Seas in a shell And visions pale That's where the lovers lave Our farewell With dreams for sale Brings tears we want to save It makes life hell A prison cell The bottom of a grave And in spite of that I don't want to let it go...

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Where Your Flame Burns

Where Your Flame Burns It was one of those cold gloomy November days When I went seek for sun that was no longer there Rain as if autumn's tears streamed down my face While playful wind joined me to stroke my hair I walked up the path to the cemetary hill Entered solitude's gardens where white lilies bloomed To embrace spirits of those who slept still Lulled by the pure sacred flower's perfume There he was standing half-hidden in mist Soon he came close with a single rose red The kiss that followed I could not resist He pressed my palm against his chest and then said: "Darling, here burns the flame that will light up the sky For

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