I could ask for no more
I find everything so wonderfully
Adequte with your hand in mine
Adequte with your hand in mine
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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