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At the dawn of a new day During the morning's first blush, I sat with Sentiment. Who was in the past, And at this time, wonderfully affectionate. You see, Sentiment and I, Have always been companions, When we were together he'd always hold my hand and He always held tight when he held that hand To show, I won't be abandoned. "You're sweet." He said He bowed his head and added "Sweet as roses." You can imagine my roseate cheeks then, Suddenly flushed with the pigment Of a high-colored rose. And my smile fighting to be as wide As the world and all the emotion felt Between the lovers And the lovers who couldn't handle The cards being dealt. But not sentiment and I. I look towards him, I smiled as I replied, "Nothing is that sweet."
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
A Morning with Sentiment.
At the dawn of a new day During the morning's first blush, I sat with Sentiment. Who was in the past, And at this time, wonderfully affectionate. You see, Sentiment and I, Have always been companions, When we were together he'd always hold my hand and He always held tight when he held that hand To show, I won't be abandoned. "You're sweet." He said He bowed his head and added "Sweet as roses." You can imagine my roseate cheeks then, Suddenly flushed with the pigment Of a high-colored rose. And my smile fighting to be as wide As the world and all the emotion felt Between the lovers And the lovers who couldn't handle The cards being dealt. But not sentiment and I. I look towards him, I smiled as I replied, "Nothing is that sweet."
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
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