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Oct 2017
Precious eternal sunshine,
Whom I wish to be mine,
Let not your rays die,
Do, but pour rain in your eye.

Your grace be full as summer,
Your gaze be warm in winter,
Calm thyself in dusk fall,
For ever shall I wake to your call.
Written by
deadwood
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