Meagre Mush ,,,
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do you hope as I do,
that hope will thread us through,
the eye of the needle that is our life,
away from the pain, the loss, the strife.
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do you hope as I do,
that hope will gently knock,
on these prison doors bolted by many a rusty lock,
our emotions blindfolded for all sunlight to block.
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do you hope as I do,
that our love will hold true,
for as you love me,
I shall always love you …
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