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a chance
a chance to meet
if ever there is
a glimpse o sweet
away from this
a chance; a pass
a second to beat
of once was; was
would be a treat
summing up the words
i felt... i feel.?
how she once stirred
what i could not reveal...
but then im done
aint got no might...
her face... a smile upon.
i have no right.
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