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| In truth, your presence starts the day With a beauty, rare, that's here to stay In my dreams your eyes, they glow With a love, another will not know In passion's stormy sea ...of bliss Somewhere, my heart will feel your kiss A hope so sweet of warm embrace Creating waves upon your face Don't let this love pass by too long Just listen to my lover's song On solid ground I wait for you Beside the rolling mist of blue Copyright Susan J. Kahon May 5 2005 ICYU |
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