Quoth the raven, `Nevermore. `Prophet! said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven streched above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named xx Now the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of arice just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaming, And the lamp-light oer him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Will be lifted - nevermore! **Making love is easy when youre free Living wild just like the birds and bees In the forest is the place to be With my love beneath the trees Feel nature all around Hear the birds and the bees And dig the happy sounds? Love in the forest… wyld thing Come on take your clothes off , theres no sin Feel the summer sun upon your skin You and me are one so let love in I want it I need it I really Tell her to find me where the banshee sings and fly to me on angelwings then she will be a truelove of mine... then she will be a truelove of mine...
Posted on: Sun, 27 Oct 2013 02:16:49 +0000
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