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Sep 2015
Birds will sing
Words might sting
But with one little ring,
You can become my everything.  

It starts from one little voice.
One simple choice
Just make a noise
And you'll hear my voice.

Im not done
Until the setting sun
Starts to die
And fails to rise.

Because in the end
Your only friend
Is truly shown
Through what you think you might know.
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     Holly and SPT
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