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Jan 2014
It was raining on that starry night...
Softly leaning in
she whispered...
"Meet me at midnight"
before turning away
a million days flew by....
when he remembered her eyes
somehow the meeting was missed
(they never did kiss)
it was a cold starry night
in the pouring rain...
they were boarding a train
catching her hand
he spun her around
and fell to the ground
whispering...
"Meet me at midnight
© 2014
I might add a few more lines to this later. Hope the muse kicks in... ; )
TigerEyes
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TigerEyes  I live in my imagination
(I live in my imagination)   
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   ---, Harley Hucof and Nat Lipstadt
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