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Published: 2007-11-28 16:09:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 113; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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One cold november autumn dayI thought there was no other way,
Than to lose my honour, my pride
My innocence be cast aside.
The hundred years you speak of could,
Feed our lust and our mingled blood
Will combine our spirits, my fire
Shall ignite the passion, desire
Will blur my vision, and our sense,
Shall turn to dust at the expense
Of Maidenhead and family shame,
I was prepared to play your game.


