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Jan 2012
We stumble blindly through this life,
Caring not of wrong or right.
I only care that I am yours;
The rest is just unwritten verse
That we will write with frantic pens
That know no wrong and know no ends.

So hand in hand, we live and learn.
We live in love and brightly burn,
And when the sun does rise this day,
We'll wake up knowing that our way
Of love will surely conquer all,
So smile and bow; my heart applauds.
Written by
John Carr
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