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Jan 2017
Unsettled my sleep,
yet were I with thee
my night would be
bedded in luxury.

Uneasy my soul,
yet were I to hold
thee as mine own
would relief unfold.

Unrested my mind,
yet were I so thine
fate would prove kind
and we heaven find.
Fay Slimm
Written by
Fay Slimm  Cornwall U.K.
(Cornwall U.K.)   
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