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Dec 2015
On the last day of November rain from the sky fell down on me
Soft as your tender touch just as refreshing
I'm grateful for the little and big things that you do
Did you ever notice the delight my eyes take when you walk into the Room. I want to love in to the next two centuries
So glad you want to spend that time with me
When  other people's dreams are tired and done
I still want you as the only one
To share the laughter and the pain
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
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