Pride and Prejudice

March 20, 2010
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The mist of the dew is in the air
The chill of the morning still lingers
The wind is blowing light and fair
The birds transforming into singers

The blossoms on their staffs
Their pedals soon to meet
I walk down the winding path
The pebbles under my feet

My heart beats faster
For the one I am to see
And thought it will not matter
I wonder if it could be

The fog engulfs around
I really cannot describe
I think I may have found
Something that will change my life

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