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If I should never watch a sunset
Or hear the sound of pouring rain
Taste the fresh of new made butter
Or sink in feel of sandy grain
I*d hold fast to precious memory
In keeping them we all are made
Definineing things we hold so dearly
In close attention we have paid
But gladly loose a dozen feelings
When senses flood with such delights
The blow of wind upon my eyelids
The smell of oak on chilly nights
Than forget those days we touched each other
When gentle, softly blew to mine
Made me feel so loved, important
As we then unraveled time
For in those thoughts that I am happy
To ease away, with tears in eyes
And hear your goodbye fade behind me
And knowing none of any whys
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