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7d
I see the birds kissing birds
while fluttering their wings.
On one knee trembling the words,
knowing she's worth the diamond ring.
Hearts thump as street peddlers sing
as the festivities rejoice with new flings.
Tomorrow's sun shines as new love brings.
The Haunting
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The Haunting  M/Near the eye of the Abyss
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