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Jan 2013
If I stand at the ledge
With an open window
I only pledge
To never be a widow
When I'm at the edge
Your voice is crystal
In my mind etched
Strong winds
Surround me
Yet I hear
A gentle whisper
So clear
Yet so distant
-'Hello'
Hello, my love
I've missed you.
Written by
Jilka
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