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Mar 2014
Through the glass of wine as she pears waiting for him passed the moment right as she endured ,an eye on the door an eye on the glass for may he commeth at last as the grains of the sand fall a single crystal rolled down her cheek as reminded of the quote he spoke may he live not taken by fate we shall meet again
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Sadhu
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