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Aug 2014
Lost was myself alone on a path. You,
Than, whistled the trees and waved with the seas
With me there along side the path, I knew
Here you would stay keeping me safe, at ease

Winters grew cold and I soon felt weary
Your presence was fading, leaving me numb
Your touch so bitter I knew quite clearly
Then you were gone at the first sign of sun

Through years on the path I wandered alone
Still hope grew quite strong in my mending heart
You would return I could feel in my bones
For once again we could have a fresh start

My dear, stay with me now. Please never go
And just love me with your immortal soul
Haley Lorish
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Haley Lorish
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