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Music: The Scent
of Cedars. |
| Perhaps it's far too early
to reveal A feeling not yet ready to be love. The light of dawn, though hesitant, is real; Real as well the hopes that time will prove. I dance across the meadows of my heart Carrying doubts that mingle joy and fear. I know I'm half myself when we're apart; All I want is with me when you're near. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon |
