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Forever And A Day

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PoetBoi

Published: May 8, 2013

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Time goes by so slow
Atop those golden slopes
Where Heaven and Earth meet
Upon the daylight's seat
Casting light upon my love
My aloof, shining dove
Hither do we stay
Lest we lose our way
Spending time together;
Our relationship remains unweathered.
So we sit and we speak
Of love and lifes peak,
And again we waste away
Forever and a day.

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May 22, 2013

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