03-11-2017, 10:00 AM
You are the sunshine to my wooded path
the bark to my trees
You are the mist of my foamy rivers
the green to my leaves
You are the warmth of an evening well spent.
(At least, so I believe.)
the bark to my trees
You are the mist of my foamy rivers
the green to my leaves
You are the warmth of an evening well spent.
(At least, so I believe.)
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She is no lofty goal.
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She is no lofty goal.
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