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Come with me to the
clover field,
Beneath the orange,
harvest moon.
Let our laughter seranade
the night,
Among the red lilies still in
bloom.
Make me a bed of purple
passion,
Beneath the starry
autumn night,
And you’ll have my
sensual heart
Before the night dissolves
into light.
I have no secrets to hide
from you,
All that I am is yours to
keep.
Make love to me until the
morning calls,
And in your arms finds me
fast asleep.
Fear not my hand should
leave yours,
Two souls are now
entwined as one,
And the bed of purple passion. . .
~♥~Lυçγ~♥~
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