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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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