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the sweetest gift How oft I walked along the shore my soul in scars, my heart a stone. The pain from love I sought no more, condemned to live my days alone. But then you entered my poor life to heal the pain and calm the strife. My days fulfilled with love so true The sweetest prize: the gift of you.
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