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Dedicated to Mandy
My Zany Goddess
 

When e'er the winds blow cold and harsh from the north
And the snow flies, bringing winter's chill upon the land
There is one for whom I would brave the storm and step forth
To face the blistering cold which is more than I can stand

For I know that once within my lover's arms all will be well
For so soft and warm is her embrace, so passionate her heart
The fires raging deep within her bosom rival those of hell
It is more than my heart can stand, if e'er we were torn apart

If there is one fairer in all the land, I know not nor even care
Her skin is soft and smooth, velvety as the petals of a rose
Her bosom, white as the driven snow, framed by auburn hair
Upon her chest I yearn to lay down my head in gentle repose

Lying there I feel her heart pounding, the heaving of her breast
I gaze up into her beautiful green eyes, so mysterious and deep
I see her hopes and dreams, and here with me her soul at rest
And in the arms of my beloved Mandy, peacefully I would sleep

Though we spend an eternity together, or but a moment in time
Our joys and sorrows we have shared perhaps for just a spell
And when both shall leave this realm, let all the bells chime
Our love is timeless, our souls have touched; all will be well

by Samantha


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Sarah Brightman
Early One Morning
 
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid singing in the valley below;
"O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

"O gay is the garland, fresh are the roses
I've culled from the garden to bind on thy brow.
O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

"Remember the vows that you made to your Mary,
Remember the bow'r where you vow'd to be true;
O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Thus sung the poor maiden, her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the poor maiden in the valley below;
"O don't deceive me,
O do not leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

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