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Thy two-legged beast
Whom Steal all that I am
I, source of thy feasts
Please oh dear M’am
My children you see
Are taken everyday
You know not how that be
Ma Cherie now forever lay
Now you naïve see me
For many say I am beauty
Death sayith I, and be
Not you hath a duty
For you one I give
Tell your kin of love
T’wards I who live
Now fly my enlightened dove
- by thekittenmonger |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/12/2009 |
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- Title: whom speakith but the river
- Artist: thekittenmonger
- Description: this was writen in old english with some well known french thrown in. the river gave this one girl love and the human race was changed for ever.
- Date: 01/12/2009
- Tags: love water french oldenglish nature
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Harlaqyn - 03/28/2009
- *whistle* damn. Thats a beut.
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- xXDark_Vampire_LoverXx - 01/12/2009
- i love it ^^
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