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May 2014
Out reach my hand and ask you for a dance
A mystery had passed me
Fallen at first glance

To solve this riddle
All one can do
Is dance into the night and let out hands fiddle

A lose a speech
So it became necessary to rhyme
The words brought her closer to my reach

You stared unto my eyes
Moved in close to me and you whispered
"In your arms, is where my future lies"
TheKid
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TheKid
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