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Jan 2016
To late for serious talking.
No time for long beach walking.
Just lay here next to me.
And slow down your voice gently.
Close your eyes and ease your mind.
Let go of today and hear what I say.
Let your dreams be plesent and sweet.
I will give you hug as you
warm up my cold feet.
My hand touches your face.
I kiss you good night.
Tomorrow will come.
See you when your sleeping is done.
Joyce
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Joyce
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       ryn, ---, Karina Norris-Veirs, Joyce and Bianca Reyes
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