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Love
I felt the winter winds
blow chills through my bones
chasing memories, unable to capture
haunting melodies hung in the air.
Warm winter furs, brandy cupped hands
love songs whispered through the strings of a harp
All lost now to the winter winds.
I cannot walk where your ashes lie
deep beneath the sea, you rest
my mind holds you forever young
my one true love…
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Beautiful!
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Poignant
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Wow, so beautiful!
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Beautiful!
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beautiful! ❤
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