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Its Her Again
I never heard her call me when I was home alone, she always seemed to be, away in her own special world, she never seemed to notice how she made me smile, and now all I can do is go home….. I dream of her on nights when the moon does shine. When the stars come out and roar like chariots of gold, bathe me in their love but never in warmth But she was the brightest of them all She could always me make laugh on those darkest nights. Her eyes were like the fires of a candle flame. I never stop to hear her whisper in the wind. And what a gale she does blow, the inferno of her touch is as soothing ...Read the full of Its Her Again