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Sep 2013
Your love is held within the word
    Too sacred to possess
And with treasures none can afford
    Tumbles each your gold tress

And both your eyes are meadows, bright
    Besprinkled with morn’s dew
There are three words, love to ignite
    Those words—are—“I love you.”
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Written by
Gleb Zavlanov
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   Claire R and Terry O'Leary
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