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| Tattered jeans and an old guitar the glow of a single lamp small warmth huddled in my arms breathing softly curled sunshine, damp and matted Like raindrops on the windowpane the notes fall gently making sweet waves in the stillness dissolving into silence like lemon-drops on the tongue Within this circle of gentle light - a moment Time cannot touch. |
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