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Apr 2017
I remember the first time I saw you
I was wearing that flowery dress

You said I looked beautiful
I actually thought I did that day

I danced that day
and from a distance you were watching
I felt free and bold

You kissed my cheek
I remember the butterflies

But memories are like ashes in the wind

Once there only to be flown away
Because that is what they will always be

Just distant Memories
Cindy Naomi Styles
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Cindy Naomi Styles  16/F/Strawberry fields
(16/F/Strawberry fields)   
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