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| This Man by � Hawkspirit5 He came one night. So small and quiet. A gentle-man, A formal man, Offering to be my friend. We walked and talked. We talked and walked. And laughed And laughed And laughed. He touched my hand. I turned to sand. And I saw he was more Than I�d thought before, So I offered a bit of my Self. He took my Gift And began to sift It through his soul And then to fold A bit of himself into it. From each other we take. And a nectar we make To strengthen, To nourish Our love. |
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