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Feb 2014
Your soft eyes met mine
In a week of weakness
In a month of misery
After a year of yearning
My eyes saw the light of death
I saw the sign

Needless to search far
Walk straight ahead
Eyes fixed
The past is the scar
Irrelevant is where we go

How we dance

Who we are

As long as we're one
And you strum your guitar
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Amber  NYC
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