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Jul 2011
The soft strand of your hair gets moved behind your ear
as you feel a gentle kiss on your cheek.
Been laying here for hours, side by side, field of flowers
Curious, I tap my watch to sneak a peek.

We both lay under the stars but the stars gaze down on us
for we're shining so bright always wishing that this night
will come again. Oh will this night please come again.
Regan Troop
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