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How delightful, ye of gentle burdens,
Come floating round mine head,
Thy gentle touch hath sweetened,
My soft lullaby, that to thee I hath made,
A wondrous vision of white filled fury,
Of dancing in the moonlit night,
With passion and glory,
But oh, to thee, mine sweet rose,
I do raise mine pleas of mercy,
Upon this foolish soul, who hath lost its way,
So, please, ye of gentle burdens,
Delightful in thy courting,
Direct me the path, which thou hast shown.
- by Mutandanstan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2008 |
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- WereSquishy - 06/30/2009
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*nuzzles yer nose*
My memory always has a special place for yu.... - Report As Spam
- Mutandanstan - 06/20/2009
- super familiar^^
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- WereSquishy - 06/20/2009
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=u='
So, please, ye of gentle burdens,
Delightful in thy courting,
Direct me the path, which thou hast shown.
It's very.... familiar... teehee... *wink, wink, nudge, nudge, trip, fall, on u* XD - Report As Spam
- Mutandanstan - 06/19/2009
- lolz it was actually becase I guess, heard it was, that when you are truly in love then the things your lover asks you to do seem small and light^^
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- WereSquishy - 06/19/2009
- Explains the burden part allot! XD
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- Mutandanstan - 06/18/2009
- not really disrupting xD because she did inspire me a tich bit^^
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- WereSquishy - 06/17/2009
- The nerve of her! Disrupting the your flow, a poet's brain is an enigma, over a thunderstorm of ideas. Your one amazing parfait XD Mmm... imagination.... ominominominom!
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