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May 2016
Were it for any other reason, but for Love.
Were it for any other season to endure,
And every star hung in Heaven's grace above, would cast themselves down, as sacrifice forevermore.
Written by
William S Pearsings  50/Two-Spirit/Texas
(50/Two-Spirit/Texas)   
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