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Sep 2015
Holding by fingertips until just out of view
As the rain came down i felt something new
While laughter echoed in a cold hollow place
An Angel she whispered of loves true embrace
So we sat in the moonlight on a warm summers eve
Then danced in the sunlight never wanting to leave
How we grew....How we knew.... of love then.
mark jarrad
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