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In Reflections There is a mist rising toward this sad old moon The crickets are singing their soulful tune Bullftogs talking down by the lagoon as a single silouette stands in view the reflection of the water like an aura of blue and the moisture on my cheek is not of the dew I long for the arms of the true love we had But I must tarry on with thoughts so sad Now I will move on without any regrets for you are by far the greatest love yet. TEA BV 5-20-00 |
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