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DANIEL Your touch, Is but a memory. Your voice, That deep, rich, Irish brogue, Is now silent. But At the moment of your passing, As my hand caressed yours, A staggering burst of frenzied energy, Your spirit, Joined mine. We shall never Be apart Again. |
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