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The Fulfillment of love
Just a little time, in love day by day, Our lives grew wonderful for years it seems; But the times grew rough and pulled us astray. What has become of our love's magic dreams? Love, my love, come close, kiss me, hold me tight; 'Til the storms around us go on their way, 'Til our night is banished by love's daylight, How strong, how great is our love, will it stay? Just a little time quickly slips away; But our dreams are in the love, not the things. When the times grow rough, we together stay. Dear, that is the blessings faithful love brings. Days come and go; times are easy or tough. Our dream, which is love so forged, is enough. -William © Copyright 2006 WilliamWriter
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