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Feb 2014
Her laugh, her smile
      it made me wait awhile
          for that wild child with a tender touch

She expelled the dark in that wintry park
      and that, my dear, sparked the start
            of my now warmed heart

But I'm still waiting
     For   you   to    play   your    part.
Lost Cause
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Lost Cause
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   Ariel Leann
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