gri_2003_m_46_b03_f10_041
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Transcribers
- 65904092 - JulieBA
- 66099302 - Chris5420
- 66103868 - LindaK0412
- 66204348 - xuelee
- WINNER - 66386000 - kop12
- 66392411 - AmateurGeorge
65904092 - JulieBA
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Morpheus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - a floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cat's tangle
Of the birthday wool ...
If Morpheus gave it truly
You may remember, them,
Love in images;
Or, if no more remain,
Than has been left to me -
Be certain of my love.
_______________________
How can I welcome a rose
But with a heart shaped glass
How can I welcome your heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Veionese ceremonials
Of bouquets and bouquets,
Fanfares of
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
Such beauty as is yours due,
A mirror I have silvered
With tears, lover's dew,
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Which promises till dawn
Through canapies of
66099302 - Chris5420
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Morpheus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - a floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cat's tangle
of the birthday wool...
If Morpheus gave it truly
You may remember, then,
My love in images;
Or, if no more remains,
Than has been left to me -
Be certain of my love.
How can I welcome a rose
But with a heart shaped glass
How can I welcome you, heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Veronese ceremonials
Of banquets and bouquets,
Fanfares of amorini,
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
Such beauty as is your love,
A mirror I have silvered
With tears, lover's dew
66103868 - LindaK0412
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Mayleus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cat's tangle
Of the birthday wool...
If Mayleus gave it truly
You may remember, then,
My love in images;
Or, if no more remains,
Than has been left to me -
Be certain of my love.
How can I welcome a rose
But with a heart-shaped glass
How can I welcome your heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Veronese ceremonials
Of banquets and banquets;
Fanfares of amorini,
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
Such beauty as is your due,
A mirror I have silvered
With tears, lover's dew
Which promises the dawn
Through canopies of hair
66204348 - xuelee
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Morpheus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - a floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cats tangle
Of the birtday wool ...
If Morpheus gave it truly
You may remember, then,
My love is images;
Or, if no more remains,
Than has been left to me -
Be certain of my love.
How can I welcome a rose
But will a heart eloper glass
How can I welcome you, heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Veronese ceremonials
Of banquets and bouquets,
Fanfares of amorine,
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
Such beauty as is your due,
A mirror I have silneret
Will tears, lover's dew
which promises the dawn
Through canopies of hairs
WINNER - 66386000 - kop12
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Morpheus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - a floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cats tangle
Of the birthday wool ...
If Morpheus gave it truly
You may remember, then,
My love in images;
Or, if no more remains,
Than has been left to me -
Be certain of my love.
How can I welcome a rose
But with a heart shaped glass
How can I welcome you, heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Veronese ceremonials
Of banquets and bouquets,
Fanfares of amorine
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
Such beauty as is yours due
A mirror I have silenced
With tears, lover's dew
Which promise the dawn
Through canopies of hair
66392411 - AmateurGeorge
Did the message reach you,Did it survive the stars,
Did Morpheus deliver
The dream I shaped for you?
It was - a floral theory,
It was - a lion at home,
It was - a cat's tangle
of the birthday wool ....
If Morpheus gave it truly
You man remember, then,
my love in images;
Or, if no more remains,
Than has been left to me
Be certain of my love.
How can I welcome a rose
But with a heart shaped glass
How can I welcome yoou, heart,
Except by your mirrored self
Venonese ceremonials
of banquets and bouquets,
Fanfares of amorine
Betray my perfect love
Only a mirror shows
such beauty as is your love
A mirror I have silveres
with tears, lovers' dew
which promises the dawn
through canopies of hair.