Peace is thee in reality
Throw me back to yesteryear
And i'll be running through your bosom
Full of wonder and joy!
O' how thou fill me with pleasure.
Alive had i been under thy hills
And love being on top of them
Alas, all good things must end
But i'll always see thou in adulation
I'll always be thine
Baling, always in my heart.
28/07/10
KPTMKL CR 4.8
Rona Lidsa
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