Versicle 016
Temperate, you are,
Much like summer breeze,
Rippling my river surging in the soul;
I would sin
I would sink
I would sinter
Everlasting, my love!
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Temperate, you are,
Much like summer breeze,
Rippling my river surging in the soul;
I would sin
I would sink
I would sinter
Everlasting, my love!
