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by Rustedwings Apr 19, 2007 category : Love, romance / secret love
I I could make it all well by speaking all my qualms You'd know all my demons, speaking there names you'd rid them their claims Need you to smile, to see your face brighten no masquerade Dare not to tell me I needn't be worried that memory will fade In your new pain, I find this great sorrow Yurn now to hold you, and wait for tomorrow