He was a young man who lived; A man who loved.
He who loved, loved like the burning Sun.
She was a young woman who lived; A woman who was loved.
She who was loved, loved like the Moon on the water.
With his heart of gold, he was easily grasped.
With her tongue of silver, she easily grasped.
The curious, hungry fawn; The beautiful, white Nerium.
Nerium
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JackStone
Wow. How nice. Good job.
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