Yours till the stars lose their glory
yours till the birds fall to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
this pledge to you dear
I bringYours in the gray of December here or on a far distant shore
I've never loved anyone the way I love you
How could I
when I was born to be just yours
Yours in the gray of December...
MY PERSONAL SPACE...IT IS MY WORLD...MY LEARNING...MY THOUGHTS.....WHAT I LEARNED FROM THE NET..SOME NICE ARTICLES FROM OTHERS...I do not write for others..if you want to read..it is fine but this blog is not meant for any discussions...
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