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Jan 2014
Baby, loving you is moving mountains
Loving you is ending skies
If I didn't love you anywise,
I couldn't call it love.

Baby, loving you is crying silence
Loving you is burning rain
If I wouldn't love you all the same,
I couldn't call it love.
Trav Jordan
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Trav Jordan  MN
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