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My soul lives in my body's house,
 And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less your own
 Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
 How can I tell what she will do—
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
 But what if my soul broke faith with you?


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Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 11 Oct 2008 10:39 PM | Viewed: 2825 times

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