* Satin Love.
As the love for the Wolfs eyes
Goes my Love for you
For you own the Great spirits’ eyes
Haunted by unknown fears
I shall Rage through your nightmares
Sipping salt into the woundz
Only you are able to heal
Exhausted like a Little girl
I Shall shed Tears inside Your arms
Finding again
The safety I craved for
Remembering love like the Dying widow
I shall stand By you forever
Burying the world underneath Satin Love
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| Auteur: ..Eáránë.. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 maart 2004 | ||
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