The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effect
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,
Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despit
A Divine Rapture
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <
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होकर
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