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Walking alone through the
park
On a Saturday evening fair
I chance upon his mind to
talk
While sitting on a broken
chair
With a dark black shiny
hair
Brown eyeglasses on his
nose
A deep charisma so very
rare
Feel my awareness just
lost
Deep
inside I sense such an urge
To
hold him
precious and dear
So
close,
we’re both on the verge
Of
becoming as one and I fear
Where were you short days
ago,
Or throughout my lonely
life?
Where were you when I felt
so low,
As I faced turmoil and
bitter strife?
Something in me is never
stranger
I want you when I feel so
sad
I’m so related to all
danger
I need you when I face the
bad
Come
my dear and walk with me
Walking together hand in
hand
Away from the storm and into the
lee
Along the miles of golden
sand
So let’s make this a time
to feel
Emotions which lift us
high above
Mortally wounds that did
heal
As we ride our high tide
of love
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