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Slowly getting closer hear the rejoiced sound of my voice as some may come most far they go and I’ll be the last to be had I’m on the map this must last like a bolt screwed tight zipper of her butterfly gifts warm summers with central air great timing with life as we met we got by and slowly growth was about praise of seeing is believing cause see as fast you test me the accomplishment is carrying my weight let alone caring for me tender joy from my sound wind chiming out the days of the week the lives of the month as we mention time I love hard to be the deeper sound of memories agonizing we’ll live thru this sweet dream you came here and developed a picture was it there she go?