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Aug 2018
Whisper gently
In my ear
Innocent words
From tender years

Hold me close
As the sun sinks low
Through the curtains
A golden glow

Then close your eyes
Lay with me here
Our troubles far
When sleep is near
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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