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Love Sublime | ||
| Lying on a bench of white, Gazing at a sky of blue, Cares and troubles all seem trite As I think, my dear, of you. Well you know my thoughts and needs. You predict what I will say. I can tell you of my deeds And my dreams of every day. Side by side we pass through time, Glad to have each other near. We are blessed with love sublime That grows stronger year by year. | ||
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