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And We Kissed Passionately

doctor, doctor, where are you, it is time, abandoned spaceship
magic door, monster clowns, the tardis, let's speak French
parlez- vous francais, j'taime, embrasee- moi, mi amour! ! !

who are you, the doctor says he, a beating heart, no love, two
a blasted hole in the universe, time windows, brain scans
gold butterflies, cowboy memories, dance with me love! !

I will tolerate a world of demons, for the sake of an angel
years into the future, jealousy is a fire, why her my love
a ship with a heart, impossible, we just need a brain! ! !

he's the doctor, oh, la, la, he knows the name of every star
chivalry is not dead, tick tock, tick tock, stopped clock,
come with me love, pick a star any star, and time flies! !

sparks in my fireplace, my lonely angel, kisses in the wind
time stops, a broken heart, goodbye Versailles, dear doctor
if we shall never meet again, paris is beautiful in the spring! ! !

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a blasted hole in the universe, time windows, brain scans gold butterflies, cowboy memories, dance with me love! ! BEUTIFULLY worded my dear sunprincess, the words just fly with a zestful chime, now reference to a tardis and two hearts has me thinking, this is about a specific doctor, a doctor who has no name? Am I close! , still this is a marvelous work, full of your signature soul hearted tenderness.mi amour! ! Sunpricess if your reading this I hope your doing well.
he's the doctor, oh, la, la, he knows the name of every star chivalry is not dead, tick tock, tick tock, stopped clock, come with me love, pick a star any star, and time flies! ! - - - - - - -A wonderful poem of love.- - - - -The feeling of love that remains tiill the very end of life and we so wish to carry it with us even after death.
An exciting write behind a sensitive meaning. Great to see your words on this special page,
The second and third stanzas fix the first and spare the ballad. Time in it isn't right. Time does not kill itself or stops to be. It goes on. What quits being is our human time, the human time of our bodies, not time as a general substance or thing. http: //www.4cashpath.com/
An amazing poem with great life song. Congrats on poem of the day.
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