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Dec 2010
When you come back,
Let's go down to the water.
We'll walk by its side.

We don't have to talk
- let our feet go wander -
Just smile inside,
Our heart's grown fonder.

Fingers interlaced,
Thinking of the future
When we'll reminisce
About when we were younger.
Jack Turner
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Jack Turner
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