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May 2015
I want to see life
through your naive eyes
I want to bubble more often
and sing at the top of my lungs.
The first was our last time
it lasted a lifetime
The past passed us by
By the time we had barely had lunch.
Harry
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Harry  M/Gloucester UK
(M/Gloucester UK)   
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