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2:34 p.m. - Tuesday, Apr. 13, 2004 Slightly reddish, fine crop, atop angular face I've traced...upon heart and mind..so well...so well...my love In distant vales, melodies and memories His fingers gracefully dancing up now down the scales As I'm entranced... Surely, surely I'm in love Yet the night holds no captives For day has passed... And what should have last...a lifetime.. He let it slip... For we see the world.. Not as it is.. But as we are... And until the light... We pass out What has been given us.. Though ...we know It not
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