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Jan 2016
Speak to me,
And the oceans will cease to
Wax and wane, the
Wind will settle to a whisper
Glance at me with a smile, and
You'll fill every compartment of my heart
With song, plunge me
Into a spring of melody

There's no way to climb,
to see the pinnacle,
No way to traverse in full
the ivy gardens of your eyes
Mark Vandergon
Written by
Mark Vandergon  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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