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46years I have loved you.
I dream sometimes,
That I loved you before you were born.
Now, to see you slip away
Imagining the cosmos, the ages, dirt and worms ready to
Take you.
My life slipping away,
The man that never cried,
Birth a flood of tears.
The man that never prayed,
or hoped for the love of god,
on his knees.
Hoping the machines,
whirring in the dark,
bring you back to me.
