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Feb 2011
Each time I thought of you
the mountains grew noticeably higher,
the trees stood appreciably straighter,
the rivers were a bit broader,
the lakes a little clearer,
my love, the mere thought of you,
is a force through nature.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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   Marsha Singh
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