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Silver tears are dry,
I walk through the garden gate.
My white filmy gown
catches the morning glow.
A cool breeze embraces my sleepy face.
Spicy scents awaken my senses.
Memories of your warmth
overtake my mind,
tasting the night before.
My lips curl into a smile
fulfilled, content.
I shall stroll this garden forever,
swim in turquoise water
and climb lavender hills.
Through forests and dark valleys,
or over bottomless waterfalls
my love for you will endure,
omnipotent.
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"If you have the chance to sit it out or dance, I just say Dance." writen by Mark Sanders recorded by LeeAnn Womack
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Summer In The City
