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8h
For a moment slow
I heard the wind blow
When I saw your smile
I held a child
And smelled the rose
In the sun grows
Not for the touch
A moment of such.

For a moment slow
I heard the wind blow
Etched in my heart
Never to part
A gentle breeze
Playing melodies
Not for the touch
A moment of such.
Written by
iicommodore
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   Harrison
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