Vincent Silvertop - Prophesy
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2014-11-10
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I hear the sea, speak of she.
And on a bed of forget me nots.
I know the path has thistles on each side
Dont go to the desert.
The prophesies dream.
Of peace and harmony.
This forbiden love.
More sweet than doves set free.
Can be touched.
Vincent Silvertop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prophesy-2/
And on a bed of forget me nots.
I know the path has thistles on each side
Dont go to the desert.
The prophesies dream.
Of peace and harmony.
This forbiden love.
More sweet than doves set free.
Can be touched.
Vincent Silvertop
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prophesy-2/
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