Do you remember watching the
beautiful blue sky painted with
snow-white clouds.
Because I do.
Do you remember our own little
secret place.
Where I'd always see your face.
Waiting for me with open arm.
That place that you let no one
harm.
I remember being tucked into
your arms gently, with you singing
that sweet lullaby.
That secret place where we
were together.
In this beautiful place
forever.
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