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MEMOIRS OF LOVE – THE WOMAN

The woman I remember her eyes like It was yesterday. Lovely, beautiful eyes That effused lust And youth, intense desire And ambition. Yet I loved her priceless gaze That could cut through stone Like

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THE WOMAN

The woman I remember her eyes like It was yesterday. Lovely, beautiful eyes That effused lust And youth, intense desire And ambition. Yet I loved her priceless gaze That could cut through stone Like

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