I think about the times we had
and those we’ve yet to have
About your big brown eyes
and how they stole my heart
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A thousand trees standing in front of me, painting the scene, the scene of a landscape of stupendous green, all of which these two eyes have never seen, each with branches that tickle
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I knew the old road well.  I had travelled it a million times.  For some reason, this road was a bit different than all of the others.  Each time I walked it, an unwanted, yet devious feeling would transcend me.  As much as I despised the state of my
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