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Apr 2013
"The hour is late"
          I hear her say
          Not late enough to sleep
"Close your eyes"
         She whispers to me
         Soft words do sink
"Give me your hand"
         Still black around
         All sound is out
"Hold it please"
         I can feel her heart
         Beat and beat and beat
"...goodnight..."
         The hour is late
         Not late enough to sleep
Zac Sandri
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Zac Sandri  Wheaton, IL
(Wheaton, IL)   
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