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Tangled Memories

It is a cold night
I feel the breeze graze my skin
I'm looking at the stars
Your memories tangled in my hair
"What if we are really looking down?"
Your voice has become part of the stars,
Your touch is in the wind,
and your heart moves with the waves.



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