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Mar 2013
Many set in search for the American Dream,
appears to be not all that it seems,
Full of Love, surrounded by Hate,
Kept on smiling but it was too late.

Stuck in a life, full of control,
watching the clock take its toll.
Winding down, times on a roll,
trying to figure out what happened to your soul.

You show me your love,
in which I was blind.
Look in your eyes, feel your mind,
a woman like you is hard to find.

It kept me alive,
while I felt like I was dying.
Especially the one day you called me
as you were crying.

This was the day that I felt your love,
you are the one and only dove.
Spread my wings and fly away,
even though I wish I could stay.

I look in you eyes and can't look away,
I see your soul and you see mine.
Let us let the tension undwind,
make love to you in due time.
Written by
Bryon Wistrom
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