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Feb 09, 2009 6:04 pm
To my dearest love
I remember our trip to the lakeside ,
Your emerald eyes glinting in the star light,
The light shining off your eyes
As we played guitar next to the yurt .
I felt excitement for the third time in my life
that night; as we lay down by the jasmine plant.
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