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Mar 2011
Springtime is coming from the south
I smell it taste it in my mouth
Calming dreams and precious talks
carrying you in my thoughts
and now there is a warmth and light
that grows a little every night
as I hear the sound of fingers drumming
"wake up soon the spring is coming!"
jeremy wyatt
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jeremy wyatt  With Fairy Lu in Dunblane
(With Fairy Lu in Dunblane)   
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