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Apr 2016
I just keep waiting for some gold haired maiden to pour her words over me
And, soft as satin, I dream it could happen, the semblance of symmetry
Resembles what I see
Just petals on the sea
Drift gently with the breeze
Drift gently away with me
To settle on the sea
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