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Always With Me

The bliss of love, its warmth stood
In the tender years. To adulthood
I never lost the question
Nor forgot our loves affection

As all these years, have stumbled by
Yet the memories kept, shall never die
Inspires the void of quite heart
In the season we’re now apart

Now the river, has trickled to sea
Taking our love, into eternity
As we hold to one bygone day
I feel our love just lost its way

Thomas N Kirkpatrick
2001

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