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Jan 2012
When You Are Gone,
You’re an angel on your way back,
How were we supposed to know?
We would never be able to stay away,
Thoughts of you are constantly in my mind,
In a wind or even slight breeze, I feel you,
As your breath flows across my skin,
I know you are here.
Searich
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