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Suddenly you revive all the sweetness I'd forgotten; 
long cherished dreams surfacing...
the little gestures I stopped looking for. 
You revive the long forgotten song in my heart,
and I'd be a fool not to give it a try.
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Akang Longchar said…
give it a try! :-) luck luck
2:25 AM
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