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Oct 2014
Night falls and then it comes to pass
And under foot I feel the soft wet grass
But in this early morning air
I can't help but wish I was there
My arms around your sleeping form
My loving embrace keeping you warm
I want be with you forever more
You're the most perfect girl I ever saw
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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