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For the First Time


My eyes were the first to forget, the beautiful melody of your voice. but oh' the memories that I held could forever be told. The face I once held oh so tenderly in my hands are now nothing but a blur. But the way I felt is still crystal clear. Like it was just yesterday. There is so much that I want, so much that I need. If there was only one wish I wish to feel like you were, looking at me for the first time.
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