freedom that weeps for joy
I cry but for the freedom
I have to hear your voice
Again . . . . Now
I sit listenig to my heart
say to my head
Ask Kate to marry you
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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