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Mar 2015
There is no singing bird
No note from Pavarotti
That could affect my heart
The way your voice runs through me
No brilliance in heaven's skies
Could make me forget
The tenderness of your kiss
For you my love
Your are my breath
And the ground on which I stand
My sunrise
My sunset
My birth and
My death...
meetles
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meetles  Providence
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