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A Cloud Of Dust

Written for a past love

When I am nothing but a cloud of dust
and my memory old as rust;
you will see me standing on the shore,
you’ll feel me in the winds that gust
You’ll hear my voice at midnight,
over seas sparkling in the moonlight
Enchanted love, I will meet you there;
where love once nestled without a care

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