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Mar 2014
Oh the sunlight as it's shafting through her hair
and her eyes with their beauteous glare
oh the perfect, quiet moments alone
and all those long nights we spend on the phone
These are the things I long for the most
With this girl as beautiful as the heavenly host
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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