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Sep 2012
and there we sat, on top of the hill, on top of the world
and there I found a secret language;
when you hold my hand,
run your fingers through my hair,
when I stare into your eyes,
the sound of your heartbeat rushing through my head.
words unspoken have never been so clear.
Written by
Sarah
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