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Touch me, my kind stranger. Reach into my heart, so bold, Relieve the threat of danger, Let the love within, unfold. |
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Your words they dance, across my screen, Like sprinkles of magic dust, Somthing that's so rarely seen, In a land with little trust. |
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Emotions filling up my thought, A place that I dare go, Unanswered questions to things once sought. Yet you, stranger, seem to know. |
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Captivated within your passion stream, Dazed with what you say, Waiting to awaken, from this dream, Yet hoping it will stay. |
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At every crossroad, there you stand, Expressing love, within your heart, Reaching out to hold my hand, To try and help me, find that start. |
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You stranger know me, more than I. This I can't explain, It seems that you have caught my eye, So it is here, I shall remain. |
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Give it time to grow its wings, Let thy know, the heart is true, Give it song for it to sing, Let me grow with you!
by Angela Ladouceur |
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