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The memory of your smile
is like a beacon shining light through the darkness and though the years have turned into decades you still transcend time. What is the sun to me it fades away to night with only the moon's dim pale light casting shadows therefore, they fail in comparison when it comes to that smile of yours. I remember thinking the sun itself could not match the gold of your hair causing it jealously to hide away behind its fortress of thick clouds and remain there secluded and weeping.
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