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Nov 2014
We walk through the park
We walk without thought
We walk as if only
We are two, but one heart
She holds my hand knowingly
She holds my hand instinctively
She'll hold my heart
Death will only do us partly
He sees my eyes cheery
He sees my pulse rise
He'll see me for what I am
And holds tight for what i'll be
So the drum beats on without reason
So the flute shall play it's mellifluous melody
So the thoughts that swirl in our minds
Shall walk with you and me
Written by
PoetWhoKnowIt  Somewhere
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