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Your Hands


My hands were touched by yours 

I will never understand 

A simple hand, a friend 

My world we will never end 

Your rapid ocean heart has sunken me in

years ago

You were my lover

My friend  

Now a forgotten memory 

But the rememberance of a hand 

 

 

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