He opens the pages of his book and reads it to us gently, in the candle light under the coastal night sky, where the stars are low and bright… few present, fewer comprehends, one reaches for his hand, his beating heart’s reflection made of tears, in her eyes, in the blossoming of dreams, we searched and we found…
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He opens the pages of his book and reads it to us gently, in the candle light under the coastal night sky, where the stars are low and bright… few present, fewer comprehends, one reaches for his hand, his beating heart’s reflection made of tears, in her eyes, in the blossoming of dreams, we searched and we found…