Classic poem of the day
There is that in my heart that will not let me sleep;
There is that beneath my heart that cries without a voice.
I was not alone in the summer:
In the winter I was all alone.
The ashes on my hearth are red, but not with fire.
Many times he kissed me on the eyes,
And many, many times upon the mouth.
And he said to me: " Thou art mine. "
And to him I said: " I am thine. "
The ashes on my hearth are red, but not with fire.
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remember the night
when I was in town
and at the hotel
I did drop your name
and you sent a car
and whisked me away
the party you threw
with all of your friends
it went on all night
and into the dawn
do you remember the ni...
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