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Aug 2016
I can hear your heart's roar
And the gentle whistle of your soul
It will be our home, you said
By the river underneath the pine trees
Your dreams entangled with mine
A cup of tea on an idyllic afternoon
Messed up sheets for a typical Sunday
My head is in the clouds, I know
But for a moment, I am home with you
Violet
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   Nadia and Jurtin Albine
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