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Jul 2010
The sun is giving away a golden glow,
but it is not ours to possess

The moon is made to lead all lovers,
but it does no beam upon us

The stars are arranged for a romantic plunge,
but we cannot dive into the diamonds of light

Not until the sun, the moon, and the stars
ever desire to belong to us
will I call you my Love
Dorothy A
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