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Soon Pure, the heart he knows so well Belonging to one so far away. He's awaiting the moment for which to tell Of the love that he has for her today. Soft is the skin, of one who waits. For an embrace she knows, soon will be. And of all that she now anticipates, Longs for his face for which to see. And smooth is her silky hair which flows In the breeze where she stands so patiently, For soon the one who�s heart she knows, Shall arrive and unlock all mystery. Douglas Fletcher 10/16/01 |
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