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he never came back
to his love so fair
and so she died
dreaming of his kiss
his kiss was honey
a taste more bitter
than wine Lizz Wright, "A Taste Of Honey"
“What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.”
he never came back
to his love so fair
and so she died
dreaming of his kiss
his kiss was honey
a taste more bitter
than wine Lizz Wright, "A Taste Of Honey"