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Oct 2009
One last chance to smell the rose,
That rose you gave me on my birthday

One last chance to see the snow,
That snow which we made snow-angles in

One last chance to feel the water,
That water which we leaped into together

One last chance to hear the wind,
That wind which blew your hat away

One last change to touch that falling star
That star which you captured in my heart

One last change to be with you
That I wouldn’t miss for the world
(C) Kelly Selvester
Kelly Selvester
Written by
Kelly Selvester  London
(London)   
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