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| how long has it been since i, fair sunk in grief, felt your hand in mine or touched your tender lips with mine and now i, buried here in frozen time, mourn every smile that gave me life winter’s sleep wraps her icy arms around me bidding me to dream ceg 12.10.11 |
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Sad but lovely.
Thank you, sweetie!!
I love this one — sad, but hopeful, but please– “say no to snow” .
But snow is awesome!!!
No snow.
Lovely… sad. peace
Thank you, my friend.