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Jan 2015
In the lonely hour, when everyone is fast asleep, silence is  all around
Like a sweet maiden , all mine to keep.One thing I realize that my distant
Lover can't hear me now, but even far away or near remains bone of my
Bone and flesh of my flesh , and I  would hope that this prayer reaches
Across the miles touching your very spirit, just like I long to do were you
Here in this lonely hour, and I would hold you close to me like man holds
A very precious jewel,my love
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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