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Jan 2019
All my sweetest dreams are filled with you and I
Pouring it out every morning I find want
An ever growing desire and longing to go to
Lists mounting always higher of what I wish to do
To hold you in my arms, simply to be with
Journey every shadow just to find you
Hold your hand no matter what
Be it winter, summer, fall, or spring
Whatever the storm and sunshine does
As long as I know I shall be with
Topaz brown eyes, gaze of my love the
Smile, laughter, and your mouth of cherry
To kiss, embrace, sleep, and dream under the trees
Golden Shovel form
Taken from "Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda
Written by
AmeriMav
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