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| Days of Bliss |
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| Nestled beneath the pines
A simple cabin of perfection No city lights or signs As far as the eye can see Just a babbling creek To dabble the toes in With sun upon my cheek A strong and loving man Sits at my side We each have a gold pan Seeking nuggets of gold Ah the days of bliss They have come and gone Yet like a kiss They touch my memory Copyright � Kenna Marie 2006 |
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