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Mar 2017
So just as you think it can't get any better.
And that sunset is as pretty as it gets.
I come on in and sweep you off of your feet...again
And when my kiss seems so sweet and never bitter.
My heart beats in rhythm of every smile.
Like your lips are the heavens and those eyes are a treasure.
We can only love each other till we turn to gold.
Troy Paul Urbalejo
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