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the way your hair falls
It's her
the touch of light in the morning on your face
It's her
your smile,
your grace
It's her
its always been , never was anyone else
never a thought longer than a second
It's her
Along the path of life
we love
i doubt it
If there ever was a lie
i told it
i doubt it
So why the pain?
you lived it
i doubt it
Until the end
you chose to ignore it
you doubted it
(c) Isaac Thornhill

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