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Feb 2012
The hollow years become the past,

through your eyes a love to last.

From first light to end of days,

kindred spirits in human clay.

Hand in hand and through the waves,

thoughts, memories, the life we gave.

Forever eternal in our hearts,

for we are a love that shall never part.”
Written by
Khristov Dubois
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