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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