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Friday, March 12, 2010

Only Me

My hands, My heart, My love,
how they worry over me.
Caught up in my lap,
pray hope, never leave.
Thine are my quite eyes,
faith can follow now see.
And hands do make great,
and hands can rejoice.
But to my past lover,
comes the sea, I must be,
echoing a voice, Only me.


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