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Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love, and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish the day soon would come
When he and I will be as one
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep
But satisfied I never shall be
I'll write her a letter with a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
And I love the ground whereon she stands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

My Blog

<3 Jack Lemmon

As equally entertaining as watching Ents throw boulders around Nan Curunír like it ain't nuttin'.
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 15:13:00 GMT

Baruk Khazâd

Why Sam was my only friend in High School... (This is simply my energy-efficient way of drying hair)  
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 03:57:00 GMT

What an orc horn sounds like...

What an orc horn sounds like... "Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me."  and my tattoo... reflected. 
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 00:16:00 GMT