May 23, 2009
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A breath of air
Blows soft sunny hair
Smiles as we brush it away again

We lose ourselves
In a caress of lips
And a soft slow dance of fingertips
We're seaarching for breath
Chased away by our racing hearts
Still no sign of any
Must be looking in the wrong places

A glance from you
Can make me want to smile
Can make me want to cry
Can make want to live again

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