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[ 2003-07-27 ]

I'm quite sure I'll forget you, one of these days,

I lie to myself as I turn.

As I fight to go back and tell all I can say

My heart recalls lessons once learned.

There's not much point worrying 'bout things never done

And words that never got said.

I'll have you tomorrow if you are the one,

And the morning's always just ahead.

So if there's a place that finds me with you

In every new bright dawning's light,

I'll dream in this dark, for just one small view,

Of your face, rising night.

~July 9th, 2003

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