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The gentle touch of your hand The way your eyes light up when you smile I hear your joy for life in your voice You fill my heart with love and peace Your love of life touches everything around you The cardinals call out with longing from the trees to hear your voice again Return to us my love for we grow weary without you

windyone 22-May-05/12:18 PM
rules.. rules... why again was it that the french invented vers libre? Oh yes I remember :-)




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