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| The hands of time seem to pause, Or... I wish that be true of that clause. Everyday that I awaken to the thought of your smile, I don't see the world to be vile. Like a blooming rose growing with each day, You become more beautiful with the passage of each day. How majestic you are even when you're walking, How great I feel when you and I are talking. |
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