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My love is like the sea, the waves eternally rolling, washing you back to me, a vision far too lovely for these weary eyes to see. But your eyes are a window to a whole new world for me. Let me open them wide and look upon us in eternity; a dream to keep by my side. What we have are not promises; no holding on to expectations. We live for now and bide our time, until we can share in truer relations. Stay happy for me, and please remember, a time will come when I'll be back for my love in a truer December.
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