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Many Times in my arms many times and out again like spirits still moving in the nite laughed together in the sun to see the others come this way beautiful & young they came and left me more lonely than ever before touched my cheeks & brushed my lips for one eternal moment then were gone in the nite of love we think & taste and dream of passing love Copyright 2005 njTare |
