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Apr 2010
Just Three summers long
Every year it remains as strong
No closer to a third kiss
No tenderness to miss
Yet every day I love you just the same
I know If I admit it you would end the game
Lasting love is still so new to me
Other than you there is no one you see?
Violence and anger seem to disappear
Evil thoughts kept at bay when you are near
Under all my stoic smiles you know It's no Lie
I still believe Hope is the last thing to Die.
Written by
Zak Ridge
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