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Created on 2012-03-06 01:52:11 (#1529727), last updated 2012-03-06 (691 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Special Agent Olivia Dunham |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Jan 1 |
Not Olivia Dunham. Not Anna Torv. These are just for fun and I'll put them back where I found them.
love is a tanglewood tree in a bower of green
in a forest at dawn
fair while the mockingbird sings, but she soon lifts her wings
and the music is gone
young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide
when the red summer poppies bloom
but love is a trackless domain and the rumor of rain
in the late afternoon
love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep
when the long shadows cast
thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines
and it holds the heart fast
catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes
and the moon in their tousled hair
but love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie
and a half-whispered prayer
i'm walkin down a bone-dry river where the cool mirage runs true
i'm bankin on the fables of the far, far better things we do
i'm livin for the day of reck'nin countin down the hours
i yearn away, i burn away, i turn away the fairest flower of love, 'cause darlin
love is a garden of thorns, and a crow in the corn
and the brake growing wild
cold when the summer is spent in the jade heart's lament
for the faith of a child
my body has a number and my face has a name
and each day looks the same to me
but love is a voice on the wind, and the wages of sin
and a tanglewood tree
in a forest at dawn
fair while the mockingbird sings, but she soon lifts her wings
and the music is gone
young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide
when the red summer poppies bloom
but love is a trackless domain and the rumor of rain
in the late afternoon
love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep
when the long shadows cast
thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines
and it holds the heart fast
catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes
and the moon in their tousled hair
but love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie
and a half-whispered prayer
i'm walkin down a bone-dry river where the cool mirage runs true
i'm bankin on the fables of the far, far better things we do
i'm livin for the day of reck'nin countin down the hours
i yearn away, i burn away, i turn away the fairest flower of love, 'cause darlin
love is a garden of thorns, and a crow in the corn
and the brake growing wild
cold when the summer is spent in the jade heart's lament
for the faith of a child
my body has a number and my face has a name
and each day looks the same to me
but love is a voice on the wind, and the wages of sin
and a tanglewood tree
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