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WhenWhen I held your lovely hand, And we raced along the sand, Life was sunshine, Life was breeze, Life was absolutely grand. When you said to me goodbye, And you begged me not to cry, Life was thunder, Life was rain, Life became an endless sigh! Joy Weare. 16th July, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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