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childhood love

Days Gone By by Tate Morgan

Gentle the breeze that floats the air
across the years it moves my soul
Words so sweet, so gentle, and clear
melodies of love took their toll

A face from my past gazed at me
I had met these eyes once before
I recognized this sweet beauty
from far off to the distant door

Dropping by when I am weakest
lighting mysteries upon my breast

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