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<<< The Treasure >>> A time remains within my heart, the day of thoughts when we did part. I feel the pain of time so lost, and fear the scene of what it cost. Your thoughtful smile and tender touch, the days of dreams, we dreamt too much. They held me fast but for the wind, of you my thoughts they did not sin. Your tan young skin and ample breast, pressed strong against my firm young chest. - I did not think our kiss would end nor think the need this word to send. Our plans were set in youth so pure, events unseen made them demure. We lost the life of days gone by, my hurt is deep my heart is torn. To think the treasure I once found has made anothers hallow ground.
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