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| Sunlight streams through the window | ||
| as the heat evaporated the dew. | ||
| I stare at the red curtains and | ||
| begin to see a girl I once knew. | ||
| During our brief encounter, I | ||
| feel as though you were mine. | ||
| The memories that we made can't | ||
| be erased with the passage of time. | ||
| Child of the morning, your image | ||
| constantly haunts me everyday. | ||
| I'll make love to you in my mind, | ||
| until you return and decide to stay. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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