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Apr 2015
The sun rests quietly on the hills
The last light breathes a last life
The pines will soon be the tomb
But this is not the end
Your heart blossoms the remains
Flowers sprout from your nourish
Rain enriches our ground of cherish
Birds sing an elegy of touch
My love for you will always stand
Under the trees will I lay
Shayne Campbell
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Shayne Campbell  24/M/Canada
(24/M/Canada)   
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