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I loved your cypress-eye from the old days,
And the glance who was shy from the old days.
Eyes of emerald were scratched by the world,
And I can't see its cry from the old days.
Your lips and voice remained the same delights,
Yet lack the smile and sigh from the old days.
The blush became white, the giggle a nod,
I don't get that reply from the old days.
The game of love has no rules anymore,
No coin, no card nor die from the old days.
Each thing from the past becomes desirous,
Both the truth and the lie from the old days.
Mâhî, lets get all our old friends back here,
Our own style lets apply from the old days.
Lori Jones McCaffery
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