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Three times I heard the lovely voice 
Three times when he called I knew he was my choice 
Three times my ears was stripped of all the joys Then I remember when I was small and had many toys

Three times I heard him called my name
 Three times the call was without any blame 
Three lovely calls, I knew this is not a game
 Three times, he could never try to frame

Three times, he told me the dues he had paid 
Three times, the calls from his heart was made Three times, he told me there should be no raid Three times, he called and I was full of tears

Three times, I know there was nothing to fear
 For three times he told me that I had become so dear 
Three times, I realize he was someone so dear Three times I know the fabrics of love will never tear


                                  MICHAEL EDISON

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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