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paul
may
Love touches. reaches in and warms. And like the evening sun It
But sometimes In
memories
.
sinks.
comes up
it .
it
.
jacque Williams
35
.^
paul
may
Love touches. reaches in and warms. And like the evening sun It
But sometimes In
memories
.
sinks.
comes up
it .
it
.
jacque Williams
35
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