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Dec 2012
A brand new breeze is blowing it's way up north,
It only carries one word but I want to say more.
So many things that I need you to know,
But I thought of one word and leaned out of the window.
I whispered it so delicately to ease the load of travel,
In hopes that when it reached your ears, it'd slowly unravel.
So you could hear each consonant and vowel of the word,
And hopefully it'd erase all the pain and the hurt.
I'm hoping that you get it, the word I said was "forever"
I want you to have mine, no matter the weather.
©RCA
Rob Atkinson
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