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Aug 2017
Once the bells have tolled and the roses are withered and wilted
I feel a continuous joy deep in my heart your loving embrace left untilted.
With you I dream of a time not quite here
A time of perfection what I know is near
A time where I could truly never be blue
And that my dear is when I meet you.
Grim
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Grim
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     Lior Gavra, Tatiana and Timothy
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