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There was nothing more beautiful
Than the moment we spoke of dreams
Looking up to the evening sky
 
Nothing sweeter
Than the scent of the flowers 
Held in your tiny hands
 
The way you always smiled
Never needing a reason
Just the moment we had
 
This is not just a memory I have
It is what brought me comfort
When we knew we’d be so far apart
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