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Blonde hair in my face
as she sleeps with grace resting right in front of me. In my arms she is wrapt up in a gentle morning nap softly woken by a morning breeze. The night we have shared both of our souls bared to a point of no turning back. This point scares me a little for I know she is not fickle showing how much she cares. This world can be cruel and I am no fool but with her I rise above it all. To soar on eagles wings I listen as she sings of a beautiful, beautiful love.
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