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Jan 2015
Maybe you didn't put the stars up high
To make me hope to touch them.
Maybe you didn't make them shine
To turn this little planet dim.

But every day I hope to reach,
Every day I hope to see,
The stars loving you and
You loving me.
Summer Kurtz
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Summer Kurtz  Statesboro, GA
(Statesboro, GA)   
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