Peter Silver Love Biography

as bells toll softly faraway,
1 walked along the way
as morning dew freshly held onto
these tips of the blooming roses of purple and blue.
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Reminiscing each second
Reliving each manner
Always wished he could do more
But it’ll never happen
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At the crack of dawn
I found myself
Lying beneath the palm trees
With its branches laying low
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Bearing the very seconds
Which beckons
The very remedy
Sung as a melody
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Feeling the sunlight
Crisp and warm
Bathed my waking face
I rose my arms
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