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Oct 2015
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
Love stays forever like a stream
That flows but never flows away;
And beauty is the bright sun-bow
That blossoms on the spray that showers
Where the loud water falls below,
Making a wind among the flowers.

Andrew Young
Trevon Haywood
Written by
Trevon Haywood  Springfield, MA
(Springfield, MA)   
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