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The wind picks up softly, slowly
what is this that happens to me?
my hands shake
He is coming
closer and closer
he takes a hold of my waist
and whispers
"I love you"
we cannot be
we will never
for he is gone
but i am here
his golden hair blows
and all of his love shows
on his gorgeous face
he lays on my lips on last kiss
and he vanishes
leaving me forever
but that kiss
just gave me life
i will never forget

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