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You raise your hand as if poking the sun The best memory you have comes to mind A small smile creeps onto your face Clouds of summer soothe your soul And in their marmoreal curves You wish to join them Soft alabaster over the hills and the city Takes you back to kind thoughts Oh how I wish you were here
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Summer Sky
You raise your hand as if poking the sun The best memory you have comes to mind A small smile creeps onto your face Clouds of summer soothe your soul And in their marmoreal curves You wish to join them Soft alabaster over the hills and the city Takes you back to kind thoughts Oh how I wish you were here
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
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