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Jun 2015
capture the
smooth winds
capture the
forest green eyes of
the moon
radiate all
of
my dream within
quiet is
the stream
reflected gold
it seems
sweet the morning air
side by side
for the
rest of
our lives
look around
speechless sky
without a sound
all
this part of me
i have found
Written by
Stu Harley
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