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Jun 2015
Hear the birds chirp in a distant land
Then a boy yells hey girl take my hand
A stream ripples as they run away
Through the woods they find a narrow way
A garden before them made of distant dreams
Wandering souls searching for their queens
That's where the demons lay and hide
Must keep back do not go inside
But boy and girl did not tempt their fate
A gazing eye proved their dreams they'll make
Fight through the woods never letting go
A bond they love each day it grows
Thomas Schulze
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Thomas Schulze  Belford
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