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By Baby Rose Date: 2007 Sep 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.12.10.12.13003]] |
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In emerald green fields our love does dwell and within the cracks of deeply caverned stone. Through the falls of rushing water and the starry open sky, in silver, emerald, and clear blue we have been tightly sewn. And this our song of love is composed of spirits upon invisible wind and dusted ash and crystal snow we have been marked by sweet seduction and bitter sin. Our earthly lullaby shall carry within the mirrors of our daughters eyes, through the babies that she carries, and upon the oceans waves and mist coated sighs. Though imperfect it may be when they read the marble stone, "no truer thing was ever gave" "for hand in hand they made this love their home". |