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Mar 2018
she knew all that I was
and I her
this is what I miss
this is what I remember
when her name is whispered
in a distant corner
so that I cannot hear
but I can
I can hear her name
in the glint of a star
not yet seen
on the crest of a dream
not yet realized
she knew
she knew that I loved her
oldie - revised
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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