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A
blanket of dark, joyful embark,
a lovers lark and still we try.
I
pray you will find A sweet piece of mind,
Do not look behind Or else you may cry.
From
ashes and dust In fate we trust
Go on we must But ask ourselves "why".
A
hand in a glove, We all wish for love...
As if from above A gift from on high.
My
thoughts with you That bond through and through
Hopes you renew On your pillow to lie.
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