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I REMEMBER YOU
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A YOUNG POET In the Spring when flowers
bloom,
My thoughts return to you.
A face I see, a voice I
hear,
Feeling you so very near.
Reaching out to touch your
hand,
Writing your name in the
sand.
I thought I saw you in a
cloud,
To have known you, makes
me proud.
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