him my king, I
Queen of Sheba.
The party in my eyes,
when to step on his back
I was allowed to walk. Never as then shaking
only mistake of the plot
interwoven tale.
Now with the same eyes I cry
those days of tragedy and love.
Queen of Sheba.
The party in my eyes,
when to step on his back
I was allowed to walk. Never as then shaking
only mistake of the plot
interwoven tale.
Now with the same eyes I cry
those days of tragedy and love.
March 9, 2009
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