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Come sweet lemon come away, The grove cannot enfold us. Let's bleach the whisper from the sky. Let luscious winds embalm us, No trace of us but wafts away, Before the fragrant morning! Come sweet lemon come away, Before the fragrant morning Sucks in its cheeks that bid us stay Below the citrus...

this is interesting, but is this also setting the stage for something else Siterun Flv >> Four Winds 10 - fourwinds10.com