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He was a traveller Someone I couldn't compel To stay a little longer Oh how beautifully He seeped through my skin Something more warmer Than a summer morning's sun The way my body responded
l built a home for us With the bricks of our memories I painted the walls with our promises And carpeted the floor with our feelings
Moon turns to meet the sun when the sky turns dark at night to begin to Change of power in the sky of the moon that looks like a big eye out of space.
The walk that made my face shack with happy in the eyes of children playing to gather with Joy for the furture to come.