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By Stephen Date: 2003 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.26.04.32.23942]] |
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On the night of the eve of our story the sky was weeping and our love soaking When the clouds broke she was dropping When she showed her face she was shooting Fire rockets skip, skip, skipping across her eyes... We welcomed her spirits and welcomed her tears with twice wet clothing and thrice the cheer On the night of the eve of our love I knew no loathing I knew no fear |