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DE XXIII

THE PUREST MOMENT OF PASSION,

MISPLACED THROUGH PROCESS OF LIFE,

BUT OUESTION ASKED BY ONLY ONE,

THREE OF THE MAKIN OF ONE,

THIS QUESTION OF ONE BELIVE IN ME, MAKES SON,

OF ME AN ALL THAT COME AFTER ME,

 

THE ESSENCE OF YOU AN BEAUTY,

A LIFE FOR ALL TO SEE,

AN EXAMPLE OF LOVE IN PEOPLE ,

A THING WE ALL WANT TO SEE,

MY BEAUTIFUL ANGELS THIS LOVE A GIFT FROM ME,

BUT NOTHING IN LIFE FORSAKEN,

THIS DREAM FROM ME TO YOU.

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Mar 8, 2010
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