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Apr 2022
I hear your voice,
  nagging "put it back". . .
I hear your voice
  saying "it'll be okay". . .
I hear you everyday,
  am I crazed & deranged?
I just want to feel your love and see your face,
   for a moment in time,
      when you are not gone.
The Dead Poet
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The Dead Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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   Thesunking and Rebecca
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