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Monday, July 07, 2008

So slip days into the past to become memories
Till we meet once again and can walk and laugh
In glorious and certain joy of each other
For each day lost to reverie is a footstep to joy
Time has no sense of tomorrow her energy is in today
Time is precious between us and shall never come again
So I take every second I am given and while there is life
Shall give each one I have to you my special, precious love