| In the breeze I still stand with your absence.Little fingerprints lay upon my hand that was touched so long ago. But it is hard to feel the sand sink beneath my feet...because maybe I am the wave that washes upon my toes. |
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| In the breeze I still stand with your absence.Little fingerprints lay upon my hand that was touched so long ago. But it is hard to feel the sand sink beneath my feet...because maybe I am the wave that washes upon my toes. |
Copyright 1999. Disclaimer.