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Feb 2013
she dances across a moonlit path
and he stops just to hear her laugh
hands reaching out, drawing him near
there's no confusion, no fear
the way the wind whispers so soft and sweet
he feels the rhythm all the way down to his feet
he gazes in to eyes a hundred shades of blue
and they dance, just like they used to do
and it's magic, having her near
singing softly in his ear
but morning comes too soon
when she fades away like the moon
this is the girl he'll always miss
tears fall silently with this final kiss
Ashley Brooke Payne
Written by
Ashley Brooke Payne  Dawsonville, GA
(Dawsonville, GA)   
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