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May 2018
Sitting in a room my mind a blur
Does she know it's because of her
Every thought every show and every song
Proves to me I was never wrong
I watch a show I remember how we laughed together
I hear a song and see us sing and dance as light as a feather
The other day I saw the red bird
And remembered we talked about things we heard
So as I tell this even you know
How good we are together
And boy does it ever show
I know in my heart that her and I
Shall be hand and hand till that very last dance
#the Dance of Love
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   Elizabethanne
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