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Smugglers
If it's not so much a quest
I bring for you to see
If it's not too much to ask
To fall in love with me?
It is not so far a stretch
To come and tell me now
It is not too far a walk
To feel my heart beat how?
It's nothing to be feared
We smuggle love in our hearts
It's only a hundred years
To practice all these arts
Will it be a joy for you
To join your heart in trust
Would it be a branch, a tree
And leave more joy for us?
It's nothing to be feared
We smuggle love in our hearts
It's only a hundred years
To practice all these arts
It's nothing to be feared
We smuggle love in our hearts
It's only a hundred years
To practice all these arts
If it's not too much to ask
To fall in love with me?
2/26/25
© Huw Powell
printed 30 April 2025file location: www.humanthoughts.org/smugglers.htm
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