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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.



How can I lose what I never really had…
That was never really mine to hold?
How can the sun warm up my heart…
When life itself is so cold?
How can the sky always be torn…
When there is so much beauty to be seen?
How is my life so easily broken…
When happiness was only ever my dream?

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