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SoulWhen our hands touchon sunny afternoonsit crysin silent croonsafter we layin the crispy watersit shivereda chilverous cryto himthe one I call lovethen kissed the bitternessand brought nector sweet inocenceinto somber auburneyes that had forgotten happinessthat lyest with thou's deepest desiremy soul singsmelodies unto the everlastingcorreleationbetween our soulsLove
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