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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin, The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one. Where the moonlight is an eloquent smile meant only for your gorgeous lips, A sea halts there for your precious golden touch, one true bliss This heart weaved a gem of a fantasy, of an eternal tie Love, why are you so obscure in my fantasy there, in my spree? Are you not my enchanting friend, will you not belong there to be? Are you not my enchanting friend, will you not adore me there, shan’t we? Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin, The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one. Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills Often, through this clouded day, she steps into my thoughts A Cold , foggy breeze runs through the meadow, and chills An allegory of nature, her anklet dances there, muses on the height of a pin, The breeze blows gently, an aroma, through the thin air, reigns. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one. She keeps on dancing, her muse runs along the air, nature sings, and adores. Her anklet sounds there And the music is on and on, And she dances there, with ecstasy, the solitary one.
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