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Nov 2010
A melody, a symphony.
A state of pure bliss; a state of love.
Our song came to an end.
Our encore was never to come.
I wake with the rising sun; Daily,
remembering what has come undone.
A state of pure bliss; Love,
rising with the sun; facing battles,
Growth. Love, come undone.
Written by
Amanda Martin
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