gri_2003_m_46_b01_f06_010
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- WINNER - 65309618 - emiko0129
- 65313470 - dmoola
- 65321823 - not-logged-in-8b4bdbd2c1a6b0be0f29
- 65363759 - Sean_Walters89
- 65365847 - Starplanet4096
- 65374316 - JohnDM
WINNER - 65309618 - emiko0129
-2-In the country solitude abates
Like a sea that parts above the coral of love
(London)-Like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And I am wrecked again in Kenington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and I shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as a rustic fellow.
2
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchis and mint
Daffodil and poppy
Foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
These roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
3
Venetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may I be
Not less observant than are you
And not again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm eyes icy dew
4
O blushing fountains
soft bleeding comets
lamps of the world
tufts of fire
pink asteroids
we inhale the fans
of scarlet breath
arch of perfume
in the swaying wind
sweet to the nostril
65313470 - dmoola
-2-In the country solitude abates
Like a sea that parts above the coral of love
London-like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And I am wrecked again in Kenington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and I shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as a rustic fellow.
2
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchids and mint
Daffodil and poppy
foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
these roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
3
Venetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may I be
Not less observant than are you
And not again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm ices icy dew
4
o blushing fountains
soft bleeding comets
lamps of the world
tufts of fire
pink asteroids
we inhale the fans
of scarlet breath
arch of perfume
in the swaying wind
sweet to the nostril
65321823 - not-logged-in-8b4bdbd2c1a6b0be0f29
-2-In the country solitude abates
Like a sea that parts above the coral of love
(london)-Like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And I am wrecked again in Kenington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and I shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as rustic fellow.
2
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchids and mint
Daffodil and poppy
Foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
These roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
3
Venetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may I be
Not less observant than are you
And not again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm eyes icy dew
4
o blushing fountains
soft bleeding comets
lamps of the world
tufts of fire
pink asteroids
we inhale the fans
of scarlet breath
arch of perfume
in the swaying wind
sweet to the nostril
65363759 - Sean_Walters89
-2-In the country solitude abates
Like a sea that parts above the coral of love
(London) - Like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And i am wrecked again in Kenington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and i shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as a rustic fellow.
2
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchis and mint
Daffodil and poppy
Foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
These roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
3
Nenetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may i be
Not less observant than are you
And not again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm eyes icy dew
4
o blushing fountains
soft bleeding comets
lamps of the world
tufts of fire
pink asteroids
we inhale the fans
of scarlet breath
arch of perfume
in the swaying wind
sweet to the nostril
65365847 - Starplanet4096
In the country solitude abatesLike a sea that parts above the coral of love
(London) - Like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And I am wrecked again in Kennington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and I shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as a rustic fellow.
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchids and mint
Daffodil and poppy
Foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
These roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
Venetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may I be
Not less observant than are you
And not again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm eyes icy dew
O blushing fountains
Soft bleeding comets
Lamps of the world
Tufts of fire
Pink asteroids
We inhale the fans
Of scarlet breath
Arch of perfume
In the swaying wind
Sweet to the nostril
65374316 - JohnDM
-2-In the country solitude abates
Like the sea that parts above the coral of love
(London) -Like waves aimed at the level shore
The escalator steps rise and die
And I am wrecked again in Kenington
Ferns of smoke disintegrate in the sky
Another hour and I shall go to bed
And sleep as soundly as a rustic fellow.
2
The ladies of Walter Crane
Turn easily to flowers
Wear strawberries for breasts
And veils of eglantine
Bee orchis and mint
Daffodil and poppy
Foxglove and lily
But for my lady Sylvia
These roses red as blood
Profane alive
Which our exchanged hearts
Flood through the complex map
3
Venetian mirror
Capture for me all her beauty
That a crystal can contain
Venetian mirror may I be
Not less observant than are you
And nor again be like the morning
Bringing to her warm eyes icy dew
4
o blushing fountains
soft bleeding comets
lamps of the world
tufts of fire
pink asteroids
we inhale the fans
of scarlet breath
arch of perfume
in the swaying wind
sweet to the nostril