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Forever
By: Tracey Criswell Wilson On this soft, romantic, breezy night, you look so beautiful in the moonlight. Your eyes shine like a sparkling wine, in your slim black dress you look divine. I ask you softly, if you'll be mine, your answer "yes" is so sublime. There's love and happiness on your face, I take my finger, and your tear I trace. A kiss I harvest from my one true love, these treasures I believe, are from up above. Walking down the isle in your gown, a bride forever I have found. 10/22/03
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