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May 2015
Waking up next to you
would be my honest dream come true.

Holding your hand in mine
sipping the sweet red wine.

Never having a care
brushing my fingers through your hair.

Your love awakens my soul
with me, my love, grow old.
Jacqueline
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Jacqueline
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   Terry Collett
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