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Nov 2009
He gave to me every color
plain and mixed
from deep black to bright white
more than I ever wished
my best friend, my beloved
all that I ever coveted
he in the mountains, me by the sea
forever apart
our destiny
yet tears streaming down my cheeks
across my smiling lips
a peculiar wind blows my hair
he's here with me, I know he is
Written by
connie rae sebert
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