...to never...
for there is nothing
that humbles itself
in a greater weakness
than my eyes
to thou beauty
Therefor I beg thee
, my dream for a life,
to not take my sight
nor my hearing
As there is no
greater sorrow for me
than to loose
the strenght that
thy vision
and thy voice
to me illustrate
when thy allow
an enchanting smile
to alight thy lips
and steal my heart
for the yet
so manieth time
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| Auteur: diepdenker | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 mei 2003 | ||
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