Spring
When the tear comes to your eye,
I feel my hearts about to die,
It starts a flow that stops my heart,
I hope and pray we'll never part.
I sense this time we've had befor this
Found in love, with truth, a kiss
That holds you near to me.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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