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Nov 2015
Let me sing my song to you
  ere the evening its dimming shadows cast
  let me say how much I love you
  over and over again--this won't be the last

Let me hold your hand
ere mine is too frail some day
look into my eyes that are no longer bright
ere time steals all our tenderest moments away
* Old age is tenderness and love assumes its greatest height
Written by
MS Lim  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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