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Jan 2019
At the bottom of the pile is were I lay
As I watch the sun go down on another lonely day

I lay awake staring at the moon
Knowing that it will be gone all too soon

Only for the sun to rise once more
Waiting for my true love to walk through the door

If only I could capture your heart
Maybe then you'd stay and we would never part
Philipa James
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Philipa James  F/UK
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