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Afzal, has become a very caring friend,
But I remember a lesson well taught,
from long ago. Patience is a virture.
Could this be the drummer boy,
I have always been searching for?

Maybe, but time has crated a different
person now.
I have become very cautious of drum
beats.

If this could have been some years ago,
My heart would have caught on fire, and
leaped to him, but it didn't happen then.

As I pen my thoughts, and dreams,
Word's I cannot say,
I bear my heart to the wind,
On a wind swept day.

May I take a dream or two,
My dreams involving you,
Blow them to the wind,
Make my dreams come true.

I bear my heart to the wind,
On a balmy day,
May it catch on fire,
And blow your love this way..

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