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Her Sunset Came Too Early
There was only one for me
She never was replaced
Her going was a very hell
Worst times I ever faced
We've all seen suns go down
Images burned in our minds
My eyes blurring as she set
A woman a man rarely finds
No cloud marred her eye
Her nature too open-wide
Proud I was to know her
Gaily make her my bride
I remember her blue skies
Sunlight lanc...
Tuesday 3rd November 2020 10:42 am
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