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Pale Blue
Pale blue silk flung across heaven
Faint goldenrod in the east
North wind blows its mighty power
The heat pump hums to say the least
Upon a cold winter morning
Thinking what love should be
I can't remember those loving
Moments, they've disappeared from me
Once again to be touched lightly
To be told I'm loved in
Special ways, if only for a second
Each and every day
Unforced reminders of your love
That flows from thoughts of when__
Once our love was young, unhurried.
Remember way back then
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Sara Kendrick
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