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Moved by a painted sky Colored by your brush with care How do I describe the gift I have to share Thoughts of us Imagined in a sky so blue Always just beyond my reach How do I finally Touch you It is never too late to discover who you are. Never too late to love. Never too late to dream. Chris |
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