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Sep 2012
To live a life that I never known
Is to love a woman who never shown
I saw her once at the dusk of summer
To fall and spring at the end of winter
With summer returning and hopes raising
To see her again would be surprising
I stayed up late nights to see if she'd come
To no avail my hopes had run
To my great enjoyment I spoke too soon
I'll call you early to make plans for noon.
Christopher Smith
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