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“When love,” she began to sing softly, “into my dreams was creeping.” Her voice was low and sultry. “I gave my heart into your keeping.” Pure ecstasy. How he needed her.” — Dianne Duvall
When love,” she began to sing softly, “into my dreams was creeping.” Her voice was low and sultry. “I gave my heart into your keeping.”
Pure ecstasy. How he needed her.