Confessions. Tell me why do you want to know All my secrets, let me glow Softly in your heart a awhile I know it only is on trial. It happens when one is in reach of happiness no rules can teach the strange weakness of a lonely heart. It may not seem so at the start But it is the conjurer of flowers... Sign in to see full entry.
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