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At the height of her beauty
She’s at the height of her beauty now
At sixty, I am sixtyfour
I breathe her silent whispering
We’ve drawn the curtains, shut the door
To dream our dreams,
He his she hers
And gift each other each other’s lot
Wrapped in kisses, tied in tears
The wave that wells up in my eyes
She sees and rushing meets head on
The moment is the ocean of time
We leave the sands, float gently on
She cups my mouth with tiny hands
She steps on me with tiny feet
She loves me with her lovely eyes
And our drowning is so sweet
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