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Jan 15
Every time I fall, I think of you,
No matter how I fall, no matter when I do.
In moments of despair, It is you that i find there,
Your presence fills the air, no emotions can compare to me with you.
When I stumble and the world feels cold,
Your memory is a warmth, a hand to hold.
Timothy Charles Carter
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