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that in your presence I feel slightly awed at times. I find it wondrous strange, that in your eyes, My soul begins to change. And is not a wondrous thing, That you cause my heart to sing? And is not a glorious thing that now my heart begins to rise? And is not a curious thing that you cause me to make these little rhymes? @ Charles Grifor 1996-1997 |
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