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~ Letter to a Lost Love ~
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When you awaken in the early hours of morning to the sounds of a spring thunderstorm
Think of me.
At that same moment, Ill be out there, somewhere, looking at the same sky,
inhaling the sights and sounds of the lightning and thunder, the wind and the rain.
Thinking of you.
When the days are long and the nights are hot and you wonder if summer will ever end.
Think of me.
I'll be out there, somewhere, walking along a deserted beach, feeling the warm
sand beneath my feet, the mysterious pull of the tide.
Thinking of you
When the leaves start to fall and the air is crisp and alive with the smells of autumn.
Think of me.
I'll be out there, somewhere, horseback riding along a riverbank, the wind
blowing my hair and all my senses absorbing the world around me.
Still, thinking of you.
When the cold winter winds begin to blow and there's a hint of snow in the air.
Think of me.
I'll be out there, somewhere, sitting by a fire.
Thinking of you.
No longer able to hold back the tears, remembering how things used to be
and trying to forget what could have been.
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