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Title: sin título | Submitted by: cmh502 | Written by: Chris H | Style: None

It's always a shadowy day when a shadowy figure comes into play.
A bright lit moon always brings ease into the day.
This dull mess with which finds it's way in.
Will always be struggled by the hands of love.
I remember that evening,
when you and me were walking so gracefully through the fields
and up the hills and down the valley's
we always forgot but one thing
the abilty to dream,
to float on top of cosmic streams of light and love,
of hope and joy
remember,
when the day ends it is only you that which can decide
to live or love..
 
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