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Apr 5
The moon was bright, with stars sitting high,
Your message comforting me—“I will hold you tight.”
Now here I am today, sitting alone and quiet,
Watching seasons pass, and new days rise,
Still holding on to the promise made that night.
I will spend my life on the promise you made that night.
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Still Smiling  M
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