Gone are the love letters replaced by text with no folds in the pages or essence of dried daisies and memories of a kiss But the shadow remains in my teary eyes when we were young and every day was autumn near the wishing well Now heaven gives you to me in silent rings on the cell phone unlimited time to cry before the battery dies with no folds in the pages Where hope springs eternal
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