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Passing by, you held my eye,
Now hours later I still sigh.
Instead of making sure we met
I'm made to live with this regret.
How many times on this old Earth
Is love condemned to this still-birth?
Love's own strangers passing by,
Left to wonder - left to sigh.
Wednesday 25th January 2012 10:54 am
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