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As I see the first star beyond the trees,
I hear your voice in the crisp spring breeze.
Looking over the gleaming porch lights,
Im calm thinking about you all the late nights.
The struggle of us seems to fade away,
High hopes that tomorrow will be a good day.
© christinawhitaker
I hear your voice in the crisp spring breeze.
Looking over the gleaming porch lights,
Im calm thinking about you all the late nights.
The struggle of us seems to fade away,
High hopes that tomorrow will be a good day.
© christinawhitaker
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