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Take Not For Granted Without my heart I lie here so still Silently praying for someone with whom to share my will- Is life just a dream or a fantasy without end? How lucky you are having someone on whom to depend. If only you could know of my pain when I cry; Why do you reject me why my heart, do you deny? Is it something I have done or just something you foresee? Why, O' tell me why does this pain always fall on me? But even if I tell you will you truly understand. That what you always take for granted is just beyond my reaching hand! Christopher T. Moore July 20, 1991 |
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