the grave

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by the rainman!, Dec 16, 2001.

  1. my soul is careyed by the wind far, far away,i hear on to the calling of my wife past,grave she lay ,i cry aloud the pain ,i feel and taste, its the sweetness of her lips i miss, in haste!
     

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