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UNDER THE STARS
A lover's glance at twinkling stars brings pleasure beyond measure. Sands of time may make him mine, and it is those stars that I treasure. Under the stars in a midnight sky I find the peace that I have craved. A soldier back from the bitter war with our freedom gallantly saved. My love returned with battle scars and for that I am so truly blessed, Picking up the pieces of our lives with time for a well deserved rest. Counting stars, an impossible task that would take forever and a day. A lover's glance, reflecting stars in his sad eyes of steel blue-gray. A lover's glance at twinkling stars brings pleasure beyond measure. Sands of time may make him mine, and it is those stars that I treasure. Countrymom 5/30/11
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