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OH Scarlett, OH Scarlett!!!!!


The night is frail

I without you am nothing more but a cold stone

My dreams is when you visit my presence

but nothing more would I want

than to see you

With my lonesome existance

to share

to live

to be

 

For I know that a life with you

is happiness without a doubt

Why would anyone want anything else

only a fool would leave you out of their thoughts

 

Your being reminds me of the great mountains in Colorado

misty and humind after a long and dark night

misterious and uncharted

full of life and limitless possibilities

An island, our home, would be no more

 

We could sing, for I know you do so,

quiet our presence would be not

we could act, as I know you do so well

a playful tone our adventure would be

or stare 

at each other

at the stars

either way, id be looking at true beauty

 

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