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Feb 2010
the way your hair falls
It's her
the touch of light in the morning on your face
It's her
your smile,
your grace
It's her
its always been , never was anyone else
never a thought longer than a second
It's her
Written by
Isaac C. Thornhill
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   eileen mcgreevy
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