I was alone in that royal peace, a humble servant of your pleasure.
Believed in carols for you whispered them.
And as days turned into nights I felt as a queen.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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"Unfortunately, the balance of nature decrees that a super-abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares." - Peter Ustinov
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