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Nov 2014
Let the time pass
Without any bitter words
the softest laugh is yours
By the glow of moonlight
With your face close to mine

The confused tears comeΒ Β 
Yet those passing hours
Leave not a mark
I suppose we are all nailed to misery
In our own little way
A C Leuavacant
Written by
A C Leuavacant  Paris, France
(Paris, France)   
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