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The day before was so perfect He’s always there just to protect He sang her song, painted her face He left her with such tender trace She smiled at him, she admired more All his good traits deep to the core She dreamed to hold, to hug, to chase He left her with such  tender trace The day they danced in that grand ball She never thought that she would fall Unto his arms, to his embrace He left her with such tender trace And from the day that he was gone She cried from evening up to dawn She missed more of their fine, sweet mace He left her with such tender trace But moment would come to renew The pledge and dream would still come true There in her heart, there is a place He left her with such tender trace.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
THE TRACE
The day before was so perfect He’s always there just to protect He sang her song, painted her face He left her with such tender trace She smiled at him, she admired more All his good traits deep to the core She dreamed to hold, to hug, to chase He left her with such  tender trace The day they danced in that grand ball She never thought that she would fall Unto his arms, to his embrace He left her with such tender trace And from the day that he was gone She cried from evening up to dawn She missed more of their fine, sweet mace He left her with such tender trace But moment would come to renew The pledge and dream would still come true There in her heart, there is a place He left her with such tender trace.
Marguerite
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
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