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Dec 2013
I'm there for you when you have downs or even ups
I guess I ought to remember how you hate tales
I tried to reach out to you, I felt alone
you offered no response, until now
and it revealed that in the depths of your misery
some ecstatic news, a tone which I'm so glad for

I just wish I could be met halfway, too
smiles will continue for you, all the way
I wouldn't want you to feel this anguish

a century old letter has fallen to me
from an attic in a forgotten chest
and I uncover the strangest secret things
under this sky, was once a love so great
yet devastating and wild
just like ours

I wonder what happened to them
I dare to think it all worked out
that they rode over the expected
and caught the real deal

there are two sets of letters, those from her and his reponse

we will make it through the tumbles
I don't believe in make your bed and lie down

make your bed, then jump on it
with me!
Cripp
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Cripp
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   Debra Zebra
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