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I cant think of a word to describe
Or to measure how much I do love you -
The June rose sparkles with the morning dew,
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Freedom wispered Leonidas,by jesseramsey 12 lines, 22 comments, on Mar 23 12:15 PM 2007. In Option 1
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I used to weep myself to sleep, for the lonely that is the way,
Bitter disappointment always the mood, I ended in every day.
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