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For when could I say that i believed I was such a treasured soul

Build your dreams with greatest care Don’t think on lives great sorrowed past Create a world so wondrous That through ice and fire it will la..

Where does the love of God go,when the days turn minutes to hours?

Sad to see the love of ones life walk down the Isle without you.

The lonesome anguish beckons Love lost aches and torments so Ferrell demons of the black night Seem as to never let him go

For Ewell and Barry Binkley and Sir Dancalot

When April swells the marshes The red winged birds will know

What have I learned in my trials so far

Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows?

The fruits loins I would not know