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lets walk along you and I have a bit a strive of fire to walk a mile a 2 a dire frequent steps don't come so often nor your marvellous hair so soften I bitter, i do for being apart from you I long to not only love you but love you I scream in such silence of no notice not even a myth of a pin flawless I'm no story no novel not even a povel doth worry i may not have one but i ought to live such ...