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The winds of time
keep tossing my
hair,
you get tangled
in it,
when I think of
you.

Soft breezes
whisper
your name,
a name etched
on the pages
of my heart.

I feel your passion
from yesterday,
yesterday when we
loved so completely.

The winds of time
keep tossing my
hair
I get misty
when I think of you.

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