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My spine starts to shiver when I think of you
remembering days and times that werent blue
A walk in the park brought me from the dead
a twinkle inside from the words that you said
A heart noer pure encompassing time
a heart that I wished was somehow still mine
My heart somehow beats, though cracked to the core
repairing its self, and longing for more
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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