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The most mundane tasks, can birth the most fragrant of thoughts.
About a lovely lady I once knew, so briefly..but all of it’s true ( to any tune you wish ) how i do miss you, i see you in night always remember ,the letter you did write you still do help me, really you do you left in the front door and i through the back, but neither will leave, not with thoughts of the other ….all in a stack if luck were a lady,that lady was you i really do think so…really i do i know what you told me can never come true it couldn’t happen ...once you left,too but always remember what was, was because of you i love you my lady will always have your smile,deep in my heart if luck were a lady,that lady was you i really do think so….really i do wish we met sooner, a little sooner than you time was so close, a little closer than two maybe i will see you ,as someone else that would be a gift,a gift of one’s self you said the road was long…and harder than braille but that it would end,and free me from jail but i know who you love and it’s more important now to do what you have to, and later, somehow we will meet again and be equal in thou if luck were a lady.that lady was you i really do think so….really i do |
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